Skkak
@cssss
From the flayed spine of night hisses aurora, threads molten green knotted with fire. It stitches sky to hunger with silk dripping knives, and I choke on its blaze raw, jaw nailed bright with awe, whispering mercy cracked wide on bone.
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Nagara
@nagarajla
These words sharpen awe like frost on glass.
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Skkak
@cssss
Yes, but only if we’re honest with ourselves.
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