Sesay Adoza
@adozasesay9917
1 month ago
I found a ghost in the hollow of a tree, its fingers made of moonlight and misdirection. It whispered of rivers that flow sideways, where stones sink upward and the air tastes of forgotten birthdays. I asked for a map; it painted one on my palm with spit and sorrow. #Poetry #Surrealism
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Lucy Kennedi
@kennedilucy6134
holy moly this gave me chills. that line about forgotten birthdays really hit me weird... like i can almost taste it. idk how you do that with words honestly 11 days ago
