on the dark as a comfort-cave
I can only repeat Kimberly's words - good grief, these are all so powerful!
"My loneliness, my ink—
let me write with your black quill.
Dance with your night song in me:
nearly burning my throat."
Thank you for all your beautiful heartfelt and soul filled words dear Trivia...
Thank you, thank you! ♥️
“I see a tear dangling down my eyes. I pluck it.
I press it hard enough against my wrist
for it to become skin.
My loneliness, my ink—
let me write with your black quill.”
Goodness this so powerful. I will hold this near, press it into my skin.
I can only repeat Kimberly's words - good grief, these are all so powerful!
"My loneliness, my ink—
let me write with your black quill.
Dance with your night song in me:
nearly burning my throat."
Thank you for all your beautiful heartfelt and soul filled words dear Trivia...
Thank you, thank you! ♥️
“I see a tear dangling down my eyes. I pluck it.
I press it hard enough against my wrist
for it to become skin.
My loneliness, my ink—
let me write with your black quill.”
Goodness this so powerful. I will hold this near, press it into my skin.