to lucha, with love
the sun rises
a flock of birds moves across the sky
a woman lets me know through email auto reply
that her heart is exploded and though she didn’t say so
a buffet of petals before her on the ground
i have murdered another dream
You’re currently reading “the lidless eyes of heartbreak,” an entry on house of nezua
Alexa
09.11.08 / 6pm
I hoped this was allegory but the pain is real, almost palpable.
be well, ‘migo. take good care of you.
may you have resolution and peace.
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i’m a fly in the blouse of god. i’m a flake of fishscale in the house of nod. i’m a deep sleeping sprout that she snuck in the soil just before the weedkiller saturated the sod.
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