every feather cast out into the wilds is a map to a god exiled
Tag: fiction
fragments of unfinished people carried by the cold spring tide
bees hover patiently as each petal unfurls into a secret revealed
a deer leaps across the ravine remembers death and transforms into a mayfly
they brand us heretics by color of skin and for the joy of dancing in the rain
echoes incite flame throated bats to birth a new heresy
in her garden every blooming blade has a secret name
even the gods hide nothing wanting the blessings of an obsidian sun
she hums and glow worms crawl the skin transforming the pilgrim into beacon
a child with a jar of fireflies walks across a dead whale’s spine
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