moss

This thunder sounds like tympani drums. When I close my eyes I  see kudzu creeping in from the outside, and part of me hopes it crashes through the windows, blotting out the weak light, hiding us in here. The locks will rust and everyone who ever had a key will disappear into the mist and the moss.

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"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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