Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
– Edgar Allan Poe
::
We’ve got this hunger, see?
These walls around
our chambered souls,
these syllables overflowing.
Our veins are showing
and we need a place to
flow. Let’s go.
We’ll climb this oak
and build a floor
,
and spill our stories
evermore.
::
Quickly, day 26.
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Great folding in/out of Poe there. Evermore.
Oh, I love this tree house! That is so clever! ♡
Neat.
I’m coming more and more to love your poems. Thanks for the pleasure reading.
Thank YOU for the kind and generous comment.