2 years ago. June 11, 2022 at 9:30 PM
What a curious mixture this is.
Aches and haunts.
Warped sentiments.
Half dissolved ghosts.
Thirst from amassed, golden bruises.
Fevers from phantom milk, phantom honey.
From blood.
Some peculiar promised land, this is.
Where we walk barefoot upon the slag, yet,
still dizzy from the stars.
~ Helaena C.M
