Catnap
The small darkness finds its way to me,
nestling into the crook of one arm,
the littlest of spoons.
๐๏ธ Saturday, November 11, 2023
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The small darkness finds its way to me,
nestling into the crook of one arm,
the littlest of spoons.
Earlier this month, I spent a weekend at:
Finally ported my site to Jekyll. Letโs see if this convinces me to actually blog!
That beautiful menace:
the desire for no desire,
the virtue of starvation.
Patron saint of annihilation,
they will use every part
of the animal that is youโ
hot and wet and red,
marrow spilling into the soup,
bones into glue,
flowers sprouting from a carcass.
A feast for the senseless.
Your skull above their fireplace.
Go. Bleed out with love.