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2024-11-30 01:21:52 -05:00
the void was invited to the poke restaurant in my place
because i was too busy counting all the pearls in my head
i am splashing in the endless emerald sea,
scooping as much brine as i can handle
into my mouth, eager to be filled with anything
but heartbeats and dreams
a haggard eldritch hag, made of tentacles and ether and draped in tourmaline, embraces me by the reef.