Tag: porchprompt
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2 May 2020
Only Its Moment Remains April. Is gone. It’s a yellow mask, lemon scented and pressed deep into me like a salty hook pulling me back to the sea, or yellow painted sunlight streaming in leaves of newly-born green — like bicycle spokes. Yellow that cuts through darkness, or wades in cold water biting my thighs.…
It's Still Life 