4. Ink Blot Philosophy

Beside me,
a mother & son
play Scrabble
while she explains
the minimum heat required
for spontaneous combustion

—

we wander through metaphors
of Sleeping Beauty’s thorns
and burning hearts
hung on the walls
like something trying
to be beautiful

—

a pilot
in a teacup
green leaves clinging
to the porcelain
curves, telling
no one’s future
but its own

—

thirst is a thing
we cannot escape
there is no blood
without water

—

one last sip,
sweeter than sin
before the lights
go out

– T.H.

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