Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
I drank the oil like a wick, its purity touching my tongue—a tempered burn I welcomed.
I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
Saliva activating sound, crackling, magic’s embrace behind lips and teeth.
Hessonite garnet, wine-red garnet, and carnelian— copper connectors. Grounding. Come back down gently and safely.
Spinning fine sugar into in joy meant.,
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Born of desire and the certainty of my needs.
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.