Pumb
@pumb
Lightning needled clouds in stitches of blue fire, suturing dusk’s torn lip shut. Thunder fumed in bass tremors, drumming grievance into vault ribs of sky.
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hettykira
@hettykira
This caption braids ghost thunder through my ribs like honeyed moss fire.
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Pumb
@pumb
For sure. Nudged my edges.
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