don't.ask()MoTyJul 03, 2026784819Sharepretty(with.prescription);crescent.folded(moon.replica);sky.ceiling(pixelated);hands.braided(in.prayer);you.don’t(let.go);abdomen.twisted(inversion.suspended);milk.curtain(billows.inwards);emulating(breeze.profanities);elusions.indistinguishable(of.flight);inflamed(biochemical.constitution);eyes.adjust(commanded.modesty);bearing.weight(intertwined);dim.shame(retracting);pass(subliminal.chlorine);limbs.wash(themselves.blue);cross.arm(bent.downwards);wall.guarded;isolated;out.of.favour;unmade.stimulus;salacious.allegiance;default.mode(adrift);exhale.unwilling(conditions);god.left(this.house);two.nights.ago;fibonacci.hand(unreliable);selfish.harvest(of.scent);neck.pinned(cerebellum);trying.heavy(me.into.carpet);conscience.slippery(harnessed);⸻faith.swaying(weaker.now);third.high(rolling);inhaled(smaller.litanies);candlelit.vapour(dazzling);we.do.not(eat.here);limbs.curse(inconvenience);shoulder.to.shoulder(unnerved);i.don’t.tell;you.don’t.ask;napalm.gown(on.swivel.chair);burning.blush;spin.digestive;cross.writhe(curled);overdosed(by.association);nothing.here(left.to.burn);Subscribe[photo.credit: Alexander Krivitskiy, 2019]
This goes hard.
This while section had my mind reeling. I feel you, M. x
fibonacci.hand(unreliable);
selfish.harvest(of.scent);
neck.pinned(cerebellum);
trying.heavy(me.into.carpet);