COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
stalled trains, heavy rain, a run-in with an old flame.
it's good to be back, but not even 24 hours in,
and I find myself, sweating, soaked in sky water,
and shaking from seeing an ex across the street.
change my heart into petrified wood, I'm trying.
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