(punished)

Sun, round and blazing, sets
Over the desolate desert planes.
Under the earth, it tries to retreat
To the north, seeking change.
Heaven,
Barely in gasping reach
Of the soul's cold hands that stir in an
Undying circle they can not breach.
North becomes but a myth on this
Dreaded Southbound road.

Sawyer Fell

18 years old

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I crawl in beat, destitute, feeding off the radiant waves.
I stare into a warped mirror punched by drunken twilight boys,

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In Knowing You, For But a Moment

On the porch, with grooves of woven twine
embedded into the underbelly of my thighs,
I sit and listen intently for you. My ears perked,
with unruly fire-streaked hair tucked behind them,

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