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Who likes the palms of their hands to get kissed?

Who likes the palms of their hands to get kissed?

The ancient ancestry

Sleep brought no peace. The Grimoire dragged Eira into its chambers. The air in the chamber hung thick with the scent of burnt myrrh and ancient parchment. Eira knelt on the obsidian floor, her knees numb from hours of stillness, her palms pressed flat against the grimoire’s cover. Its leather was... read more

Firefly

I shouldn’t chase a firefly, they say— light like that is meant to wander, not to be held. But my feet forget wisdom when my heart starts glowing. I run anyway, palms open, wanting to know how warmth looks when it rests. It dances just ahead of me, close enough to haunt, far enough to remind me of... read more

The Tropical Depression Phenomenon according to a Spector

In most days, your hand finds itself In the morning at the tropics, I could find my own finger tips Reaching for the phantom sensation of it. Even the strands of your hair Become waves from the sea As they meet the flesh of my palms. They become connected to my nerves, Making me relapse to... read more

"Hollow Roads"

I began my search for love in “home”— where hearts should rest, where souls should find peace. But home is not walls, not furniture, not silent rooms. It is the warmth of care, the embrace of love. And all I found were black stains on glass meant to be clear. So I stepped outside, walked through... read more