glowing thread,
guide my voice
where dusk still gathers gold—
black salt
dragonsblood
carry breath from my tongue
letterbound
charcoal
hear the words of my mouth
wax-sealed
silence
hold me from a distance
rosemary
raven’s feathers
buried in the forest
childhood
inked blood
blade you left, forgotten
spill my love
leave the cup
nectar in the morning—
see me
in the morning