izzy

there is no walking anymore
there is only running
or stopping

you can run to get to where you’re going
directly to the place you need to be,
no hesitation, no pussy-footing

or you can stop if you need to throw your arms up
to pull the sky around you
or hold the light up in your eyes with wonder

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sarah

4am and a gale is howling like a bitch old stray dog
the stone lions by my window remember what it is to roar
this is a night for never-be-seen-agains
for the threads between worlds to grow thin
this is a night for being swallowed by the wind

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