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We were hunter-gatherers from the start. In our own way. We learned. Painted mascara Like warpaint. For girls Or somewhere in between.
By River and Celia in Underland 4 months ago in Poets
But their words had become blood. Life. Words bruised like aubergine. Maps do not have a beginning or an end. They start where you stand. And end where you fall.
By River and Celia in Underland 5 months ago in Humans
Sssaaah Breath, khh—hh— unfurling into sleep, fetal. Almost. The shell thickens as orange seeps through calcite
By River and Celia in Underland 5 months ago in Poets
You rise indolently- half of you smiles. The other drifts behind shadow, whispering something about the darkness, or the light.
Minnows float upward. Coke bottle lake slow falling - The sky plays dead well.
Caged wings of borrowed time, trill sweet with lungs of stone, trembling gold on the blunt edges of the crag. Incandescent, burning in forgotten song.
By River and Celia in Underland 6 months ago in Poets
The hours crawl beneath micromanaged skies, This toxic culture born and bottle fed. I long knew why the caged bird never sings;
If you feed the birds in Thailand a whole ecosystem erupts around your home. Bats sleep in rolled leaves of the banana tree.
it melts away here burns through decades of plastic faces plastic emotions chain reactions of insecurity in the heat
Memory suspends - The autumnal pulse of hope, Poised in gold brush stroke.
I was born in the ’80s. I didn’t hear the word autism. But then, I didn’t hear anything about climate change, axolotls, or the retinoblastoma gene (RB1) either.
By River and Celia in Underland 8 months ago in Humans
Once upon a time In a land faraway. The sun set on the savannahs Giving rise to a future, Free. Still unclaimed.
By River and Celia in Underland 9 months ago in Poets
