how a resurrection really feels.

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Nov 24

I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.

- J. Bradley (via holdonmagnolia)

Reblogged 6 months ago from theoryoflostthings

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