transcribe and transpire—

paint my cheeks red—

my fingertips are full

of blood today—I am

rosed without the paint—

save the brush

for your canvas—

paint me with your mind—

this might be how i feel today, but nothing is ever certain

she made a vow
to catch the hearts
each time one fell.

queen of the space cadets.

cat abduction.

i’m all bundled up, but i feel so very cold.

they told me “you are what you eat” so i ate flowers.

sara quin inspired

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