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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 ...

foxtails!! There’s a vulnerability here that’s both reverent and devastating!! Like, the emotional palette drifts between yearning and surrender, and I love how the geography of love (East Nowhere

It's always a pleasure to read your poetry!! Your voice is very distinct, especially in these poems ~~ There's so much tenderness in your observations, even when they hurt. all ...

So in love with this whole thread, but: i do not want her skin to stain crimson, do not want her to inherit a rotting home. but i am a ...

Congrats!! :3

4/5. interstice in the dusk between two testaments, she presses her finger to the temple veil, and it parts like warm dough. before sacrifice, there was feeding: goat’s milk on ...

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Beautiful poetry as always, chi!! Absolutely loving this thread so far!! Your use of natural imagery is so lush and alive, but there’s always this ache right beneath it that ...