Mercy – on the Feathered Sleep

Mercy is an unexpected hand, steadying Mercy feels like rain Mercy hurts as laughter will, the first time you smile again Mercy is a series of white flowers, forging out of bleached, dry grass Mercy is a silver arrow, piercing resistance Mercy is the face you need to claim, before all air is lost Mercy […]

via In sight of land — TheFeatheredSleep

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