salty sonnet

the future crumbles in my rusty thoughts – one cannot think of future when the past is conquering your grounds at much too fast a pace. the blood inside you slowly clots, and while regrets were once just distant dots they quickly turn into a view so vast that overwhelms your mind, and soon you … Continue reading

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sakura

her lips, soaked with morning were pressed softly against the cherry tree’s bark, and her whispers stripped from her breath fell slowly, among the white petals, upon the earth washing its stony bones of the night’s darkness: “we’re dead, you and i. as dead as the unsowed seeds, as the shoulders of clouds clipped by … Continue reading

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