dear deer, blasting through the woods—cut, its core. highlighted lines: books, morning lambs, waxing crescent, fourth, october trees, vicious girlhood than deadly. early days of autumn, served as summer homes fell empty. burnished bright, dried leaves certainty of tides smells of white rosebuds with stripped sweaters i’ve fallen for my courage vinyl. date of issue: february, 2.


                 holy-reed. 𓂃 🗝️˳ ‧ ₊♡