With lust laze,
they will know—
With lone, wild,
bold wish—
(they that hope)
—will burn
Dash over sky’n moon,
span over eons,
spun like dust with wind
Even then,
they will hold that crux pain with each hand—
(tomb)
—will bear left open
W I D E
They will fuse
They will blow
Even then,
they will seek
Even then,
they will hiss
They will howl like dogs into that cold moon
None will hear them.
Even then,
they will know—
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Ashley
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I'm a writer based in Portland, Oregon. Feminist-focused.
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