candyhearts

Surrealist Circus ~~ Where the circus serves as a backdrop for dreamlike illogical events, blending reality with the bizarre. Maybe the circus acts fly or something? The atmosphere is more ...

:mrgreen:

Caleb

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we’re not alone here. the walls exhale with us, with a heartbeat not mine.

my missing pieces -- bent nails in the floorboards, dust where the sun can't reach.

i hope you like it; the sink hums when the glass breaks, cold light bruises the floor.

until you are me, teeth scrape marrow from your bones; sharp, yet familiar.

I write a lot of religious poetry, so of course, I use a lot of religious imagery --> floods, the wilderness, mothers and femininity. I frequently humanize divine figures and ...

i miss you so much, like moths drawn to dying flames; brief, then nothing more.

i wish you would stay, but the room is already forgetting your shape.

a moment with you, entwined; time bends with your touch. hands brush, then retreat.

partners at heart; growing together, now whole, with blood on our hands.