Harbinger
iwairimu
The day her water broke was the same day her heart shattered into shards Between crystals and red rivers She wailed and wailed until her tear ducts turned into deserts…
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What It’s Like to Be a Flightless Bird
The ridges in my back twist and knot into each other Sorrow glaciates down the valley in the middle of my shoulder blades And spills over into my ribcage A…