someone you love leaves a keyhole open in your eye. the sands of time slowly pouring out as saltwater & aphasia. you think of the wheat grains tottering out of a mouse-gnawed gunny sack. the body leaving through the body.
— Scherezade Siobhan, In other trees, other songs (Published in “The Murmur Journal”)
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