COLD AS BONES

COLDASBONES

 

IT IS SO IRONIC HOW MY SOUL IS COMFORTED BY THE HARD GRAYNESS OF THE CITY. BUT THIS WAS MY HOME, BEFORE THE PALM TREES AND SURF BOARDING BRONZE GODS, I LIVED HERE. SOUTH OF HERE. WHERE YOU ARE ASKED AT 11 AM IF YOUD LIKE A GLASS OF WINE WITH YOUR COFFEE. WHERE MY BLOOD FAMILY WERE KNOWN AS THE DIAMOND PEOPLE. I THINK MY BONES ARE WARMED BY BEING SURROUNDED BY CEMETERIES AND WIND VS. THE SUNSHINE AND COTTON CANDY SKIES. I SUPPOSE HOME THE FAMILIAR.. AND THIS CITY IS MY FAMILIAR. IN WICCA YOUR FAMILIAR IS USUALLY AN ANIMAL, BUT THIS CITY BREATHES AND HOWLS MORE THAN ANY ANIMAL THAT I’VE EVER KNOWN.

 

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