by Blake Murdock | Apr 1, 2026
steam by Blake Murdock i am jealous of the mist that hangs above the road makes me dream of being steam rising off of you would you blame me if i chased away tears with my tongueor wormed myself beneath occipital bones i want to rip out your scar tissue with my teeth,...
by Blake Murdock | Mar 31, 2026
Proprioception by Blake Murdock At some point, earlier in our relationship than one would expect, you told me that when you die you want to be left in the woods for scavengers to find. I love you and hate food waste, so I agreed. I did not expect to deal with it...
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