photo by zaria rashay

wet and sticky

zaria rashay

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a poem

it leaked out of me
like the pus of a
wound that had been
picked at too often.

so i kneaded the
sticky mess between
my thumb and index
finger greedily.

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zaria rashay

the nighttime musings of a poetess. in the daylight i sew things and play at production design. ig @zariarashay youtube: zariarashay