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never reaches me: the warmth they meant when they spoke. i nod like i know.

at the edge of the orchard, she cracks the plum open with her teeth, lets the skin cling to the soft of her wrist. no one teaches a girl how ...

i. men from nazareth aren’t owed mourners, so they set aside oil and myrrh in the final nights. spice and sweat and sand under nails now. the rabbi felt heavier ...

Moon

ruth she bends into the gleaning, hands blood-bright with barley husks. on the threshing floor, mercy is a garment — heavy, and warm, and waiting.

interstice Sorry for the late submission >.

cradle every resurrection begins in the kitchen; her prayers spill salt across the hillside, seep through cedar bark, feed the silence. blood dries black on linen, but still, a woman ...

kether Good luck everyone!! :3

5/5. kether she scrapes honey from a jawbone, lets it coat the psalms caught in her throat. above her, the sky is bruised, not with night, but something unspoken between ...

interstice

so i'll just let the ocean have her way with me and put my life into past tense before someone else can do it for me Speechless!! All of these ...