• Hannah Flowers

grasping at straws

trying to find the words

anything, in any language,

that could possibly do you justice.

an impossible feat

writer's block returns to me

flabbergasted, swallowed whole

by this feeling without descriptor.

though i’ve written

about a similar emotion

nothing i’ve ever touched

could dream to measure up.

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(un)holy ground

what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool

you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

candles / spores

you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh