fingers pressing putty onto newspaper
peeling back a pancake
of ink and dust
swinging legs and humming lips
her fingers pulling
something about a shooting
twisted into a pink candy cane
ringing out clots in bleeding words
the phylogeny of a sunday
etymology of an obituary
does something come from nothing
or from something else?
i wonder if the silicone knows
what it holds
can the rain understand that it’s sad?
nails pressed into polymer
syrup stories
sticky guilt
blurring nouns and whereabouts
11am
somewhere between almost and never
Sophie Lynne Creations 
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