imp in the garden


her eyes: amphibious,

drowsy until they’re

not –

gardenIII gardenIV

vaulting alive

with the punch



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her fingers:

at home in every ragtag corner

tasting the


of life

in their tips:


tiny, human circles

that surprise me,


i always thought

she was

a changeling.

Author: skye

I aspire to be a bright-eyed girl in a big city, even though I wear glasses and live in what amounts to a hole in the ground.

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