things my feet catch in high tide:Laura TitzerNov 13, 20231 min readvenomous brain cellsmanic marrowmemory-rich barnaclesfretful fingernailsfatty judgment
I’m always lonely when you’re aroundRoaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold builds strength over time, A monster, as you call it.
UntitledAs if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.
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