@phoebebridgers_ghost
๐ท๐ท๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ๐ช๐ข โโโโโโโโโโโโโโฎ ๏น ๊ช ๐ ๐ ๊ ๐ ๊ท ๏น Over five bodies do I stand, and I wipe my eyes as I cry you only. My beads of light, now spread across the treeโs table, sat empty as the laying snow. And I kneel to you as I look in my heart, seeking with my pouring hands that once held you, your mouths to wipe with linen. All eyes clear windows of violet deserts, old hurt, and the dusk of a boiling white sand in a flaming white lake. Still your bodies are as cold as the great pines; the flame of my fire not heat nor light, simply a pillar in-front of five cathedrals of cold stones. For the old sea hag Bakwas had stolen youโs off, as I sat in the shadows of rocks. His taloned claw, dragging you and feeding you drops from his winter pool. O how your bodies tremble like the lake, and my eye probes your bones like the sun, but there is no more wind inside you. Only the sound of needles falling. #30dod โฐโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ