Esoterica

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  • As a Child

    As a child I wished on shooting stars and candles for my bones to break. For a bone in my arm or maybe a leg to snap. I imagined the bone piercing my skin as it splits in two. Anesthesia. Stitches. I used to hope that I would find myself in a doctors office. The…

  • anything

    does anything happen in august? or is it like every other taken-for-granted thing. ripe for the picking. – brianna kaye

  • to evolve for the ice age

  • 26:25-30

    Don’t play games with me, Judas. Take this as my body, and this as my blood. Take, in place of what I can not give you, take me as your covenant. Eat, drink, and savor the flavor. Hope it does not burn when it trickles down the back of a traitor’s throat. – brianna kaye