napowrimo: a song not meant to be sung (day 11) (2) 3

by hiraeth

y/our laughter is a metronome
playing into the late hours of...

napowrimo: wildflowers & letters (day 28) (4) 5

by hiraeth

hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my...

Clues (5) 2

by Rania Moallem

Something in your words stands out,
whether pushed into low punctuation...

the windup 1

by hiraeth

we’ve run out of the primordial –
stalling stars, spinning chaotically...

homesick. 1

by hiraeth

as much wind you can gather in your lungs,
i want you to scream my name one last time...

Homesick (2) 2

by Rania Moallem

Let me be empty and still
but full of longing...