[tabby title="Poem"] Languages break in the same way dreams do. Both inherit the hearts fragile sense. Harbour fractures that grow the more times they fall. Until one day they’re collapsing into you. Like scattered bones break into fate. Broken languages...

[tabby title="Poem"] 1) Holy is your intervention Cut the skin over my ribcage & cleanse the grief that has nested there 2) Purge me of the guilt residing in my duct I have hoarded regrets that are not mine 3)...