hollow breath of prairie’s

butterfly me
open. my ribs
will crack gradience
into

           oblivion.

flesh will fall in
polite immure
over stems

f r a c t u r e d.

and i am feeble
thistles. wildfire:
hold me in
summertimes,

hold my hollow,
breathe in my prairies.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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