CERESUltra

Music Nerd, Author, Yote!

  • She/they/it

30s/white/tired/coyote/&
Words are my favorite stim toy


The skunk is dipping into a well. She's got me looking at ghosts of ghosts, picking up something and putting it back on like a bathrobe. It's almost august but this feels like late december, sitting in a chair by a fire. Paths laid out but never noticed. Mistakes I made, things I let go cold in every direction. Trying to thaw them now, save what I can, make peace with what I cannot.

I arm hurts a bit too much to sleep, but not too much to read. The skunk sees new something I was part of a long time ago. It wasn't long, really, but looking back it feels like forever.


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