Pseudopsychosis.

Cold Sea.

A/N: Inspired partially by this song.

After the cold sea
Come home to me,
A climb from the northern mountains and sea waves,
This is where we prayed
To come all away—to be brought the sun
In faith from our footprints, arrived from broken stones,
Without a word to say, made from dust to bones
Born from a tempest to drown in the darkest
To the rhythm in memorial songs,
In our small echoes of rage,
As the fog lifts into time passed,
Being broken under by abstracting shores
Inside—remembrance, weeping down
Into the trees and leaping blood of the cedar tree,
Into God’s womb.

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Lucy

“Poetess of darkness”–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major.

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