Her eyes became a wound — The Feathered Sleep

If there were a river it would run straight through your bones Calcifying you to ash This branding, is the moon’s doing She split you at birth, you sing two songs Stir yourself then … before this dissolve reinforces despair In time we shall join you, there in your undoing, where you began and ended,…

Her eyes became a wound — The Feathered Sleep

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