The Capsule
when they pry it wide:
twilight, chewing gum, love notes,
and love notes, and dust.
About the Creator
Ayva M
is a queer Black poet living in California. You can find her at home, trying desperately to keep her plants alive.
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicole2 days ago in Confessions
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