Opal

Opal taste like sea salt Bitter yet satisfying Opal is nostalgic it would remind you of springtime The first day you can wear your toes out Free Ritas Opal is a short wait in the nail salon And the hair salon The feeling of loving the skin you’re in If Opal were a game it’d... Continue Reading →

Black Utopia

You’re going to the black utopia? Can I go too? Where the sky isn’t a typical blue but a reddish, orangy, golden-sparkly hue. Everyone there is just like you. Selfless, patient, loving, intelligent, enlightening too. Honey pours from the trees and blessings, not death, comes in threes. You and I are the same, of course,... Continue Reading →

Open wound

Open wound Did you hear? There’s an open wound for sale A pretty pinkish reddish tomb deep of a wound for sale A freshly picked scab of a wound; red as a rose newly bloomed for sale Filled with a precious history, located in a place of mystery, glistening ready for a new owner for... Continue Reading →

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