such a glutton for punishment. it will never grow tiresome, this struggle to make you love me. after many afternoons pass me under my closed eyes, i can feel the tiny knots in my stomach growing stronger.. and i find my rest is necessary. some sort of service to myself and everyone else. a ceremonyContinue reading “thursday in june”
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patches
patient and sleeved inside a strong arm. fingertips wet, dripping with possibilities. it rests awhile when all else is busy. quiet and thoughtful, it aches for submersion. while the sun rises high, and bodies move quick. its calm, magnetic. and it draws me in tight, closer. and as it transforms itself into static, it quiversContinue reading “patches”
a post is a post
fibers stretch to reach each other.. colors blend with one another.. masks slip to show the feeling.. we choose to breathe on our own. the sun shines to keep what’s living.. and night falls to free the eager love reminds what falls beneath constantly hiding behind our eyes. so how do we end up whereContinue reading “a post is a post”
Ciara Ashley Johnson 