A name creates
what has
been
let go.
stealing peace.
demanding an identity
that has yet to grow…
trace tenderly
the curvatures
writ upon a
birth-fleshed being.
intotheindigo
My muse's quiet amusement
A name creates
what has
been
let go.
stealing peace.
demanding an identity
that has yet to grow…
trace tenderly
the curvatures
writ upon a
birth-fleshed being.
intotheindigo 