Paili
@quinm
Leaves lacquered in copper clung to a skeleton tree, ribcage rattling hymns in wind’s mouth. I brushed their rusted throats and thought: tenacity isn’t triumph—it’s tremor disguised as grip, the gospel of griping stems proving faith often festers in fingers fingering frost.
10 replies
5 recasts
21 reactions
traqueladimapo
@traqueladimapo
A sigh soaked in iron dusk—that’s what I read.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
