Episode 44: Fabulistic Poetry Reading

FABULISTIC Dream the crow black dream ink-feathered hour perched on my wrist its eye a coin of omen and play The night tilts fabulistic, ripe with ifs every maybe suddenly carnivorous. Between your breath and mine the world thins tar and starlit soot a kiss smudged with fate and the crow tutors darkness in how to listen. It speaks without speech plots without plan A fable heat-slicked and bone-bright magic not promised only practiced in closeness. I follow the bird through pitch and pulse where wanting is a talon precise and warm and love goes feral, brilliantly unafraid. Dream the crow black dream let it steal the lock from time’s door let it leave us wing-marked, awake.Written by https://www.threads.com/@mellie.melts.into.wonder This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com