Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
3m ago
October 5, 2024
Fall
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
July 13, 2024
Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
July 5, 2024
Wonder
I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me
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