Podkke
@poksk
From the charred knuckles of volcano crawls steam, throat knotted in smoke. Ash brands my tongue bright with vowels gutted of hope, and I swallow their scorch whole, ribs singing psalms cracked open by hunger dressed in fire’s thin skin.
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@haydade
Reading this caption slung dawn across iron prayer hooks.
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Podkke
@poksk
My veins whispered, “Thank you and ouch.”
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