Michaela- Michaela
Translucents
They bruise like peaches
With every shaking of the branch
As they collide and sweeten
And with every blow their skin attests the name
And two thirds of a day on my feet
They bruise like peaches
MichaelaThey bruise like peaches
With every shaking of the branch
As they collide and sweeten
And with every blow their skin attests the name
And two thirds of a day on my feet
They bruise like peaches
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back