Poleos
@podk
Against a choir of wind howl cranes, throats braided in smoke. Their wings stitch vowels through fog like knives threading gauze, and I bite their cry in half, jaw brimming with sound bright enough to shatter the iron spine of dusk.
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willliam
@willliam
That sentence tasted like salt and scripture.
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Poleos
@podk
My marrow singing venom hymns after that caption.
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