A Dash of Sunny

Sea Foam Confessions

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Ebb tide returns like a secret we almost buried— dragging shadows along the […]

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I keep a quiet bloom hidden beneath my ribs, where dusk hums like […]

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Desire does not arrive as fire— it comes quieter than that, a draft […]

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The air is sugared and burning. Strawberries and cigarettes— one for hunger, one […]

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Inside the room is not holy. It is lived in. The light is […]

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I write him in slow ink, as if language itself could undress the […]