#december
fingers gasconade ~ sinfulness
…burrow severely
discovering religions concealed
no man able to manipulate
your nature and vitality,
your lust
…spirit ~ long entombed
delivering tears
youdiscard
never knowing whether they carry pleasure…or pain
Emily danced with Death…in white
only she can see, with her eyes
just how much more ~ replete he arose
yesterday remained miles off
to Emily…inhalation becomes inspiration
poetry fills her lungs
sated
Death ~ stood,slanted
Happy December everyone! Here’s my first prompt for this year’s Advent Challenge on Instagram - Traipsing through the snow, in which Pancake The Mischievous Shibe is the only hard-working member of this household, while everything that Human does is playing in the snow for eight hours
Y'ALL. It is FRIDAY!
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Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay kind. Stay rad.
Let’s make this world a better place for everyone.
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Photo from the Bering Land Bridge National Preserve
“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”— Jack Kerouac (via fawnes)