granting the autumn moon safe passage the river watches as she floats down gently
Tag: fiction
from things that shed scales i learned love
the bog witch reassures us: identity my love changes with the seasons
in dreams we dance along the fair folk to unlearn human barriers
wrapped in the tendrils of incense the body remembers rituals never taught
the autumn forest has always been a safe place for unfinished forms
like berries you’re warned not to taste: poisonous lips
feels like a mad dream when a pause in eternity allows for warmth and birdsong to return
lose ourselves to the vastness of the void where the subconscious outgrows morality and mortality to conquer the weakness of flesh
grim descension found every version of myself alive and breathing
