each night i feel the tear; stone fruit; the pith catching; somewhere deeper i hear it— split-hairs, sheeped skin, milk weeping just before it curdles; how can i devour the flesh that contains me; how can i reach for the pale, guileless, lune.
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You really know how to depict the atmosphere, visualise. And masterfully inset languages... teangacha ... great work....
thank you so much 💖 so happy you enjoyed the moody atmosphere, as always your comments brighten my day ✨
You are s kind as always…🫶🏼
i enjoy so much this poem ✨ it’s so beautiful and the little details of color and icons are stunning
this means so much to me 💕💕 thank you so much :)
thank you so much for reading 💕
the best way i can describe the language u used in this is “utterly delicious” love love love ur creativity always 💗💗
<3 <3 <3
You really know how to depict the atmosphere, visualise. And masterfully inset languages... teangacha ... great work....
thank you so much 💖 so happy you enjoyed the moody atmosphere, as always your comments brighten my day ✨
You are s kind as always…🫶🏼
i enjoy so much this poem ✨ it’s so beautiful and the little details of color and icons are stunning
this means so much to me 💕💕 thank you so much :)
thank you so much for reading 💕