Chloeandclover

collection of writings and musings by Chloë Mae Whitley

august 27th

It’s the end of August and I am ripe.

Every single night has been sweat soaked, and every single sunrise has been golden

I’m ripe and overdone

27 days in but this 31 day harvest feels like it’s just begun

Yesterday I held a woman who lost her husband

And today I read that I shouldn’t share so much, as a way to keep things sacred

I’m water-bearing, eternally emptying myself out, waiting to be refilled by divine revelation

I guess this is another thing I should keep secret

8/27/25

Chloe Mae