• Hannah Flowers

in other words, i can't fall asleep because i'm up thinking of sleeping next to you my face hurts from exaggerated muscle use twenty-four hours of smiling and talking and laughing and wishing that i was nearer to you and your voice is a river the way it flows so freely and ebbs into my conscious mind and if i must sleep, then, meet with me in my dreams for you can hold me there and in our own, sacred space, where we can shed our fears, we'll say what we truly mean and reap what we've sown for years

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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