collection of writings and musings by Chloë Mae Whitley
dragons blood
I can hear the muffled voices through the fog beckoning me but who can see the owl when it coos? hidden in the cloudy matter figures find their shadows i was all alone sitting on a silver platter somewhere behind the grey I could name the silence holy in her presence absent of a face i was holding communion when the trees began to bleed
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