you must hold me like a crown of thorns, delicate and sugar-white.
i exhale vanilla lace.
i catch birds that flew the coop and didn't make the fence.
under my skin there are whitecaps and turning leaves.
inside my head there are black wings. when they open, they creak like old hide.
they drip oil.
all the trees are mine.
i own their roots. i own their leaves.
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lol that was random. read Surrender by Sonya Hartnett. part of this is from that book.
it is the best book in the entire world. i promise.
i'm almost fully recovered from my surgery. it was no picnic. but it's over now.
my nose still bleeds sometimes...
where did all my watchers go?!
- N // who falls up stairs














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i guess i'll never know why sparrows love the snow.
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i guess i'll never know why sparrows love the snow.
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i guess i'll never know why sparrows love the snow.
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