imagine for a minute,
getting a handwritten love letter in the mail, that you read sitting on the front steps of your house, as your heart breaks loose in your chest thumping
Rooms whispered
and beckoned to me
in the arcane
witching hour
contradicting the language
of the mind
with the language
of the heart—
its very structure
mapping
the load-bearing
necessity
to hold
what cannot
be named
🖤💫