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ebonywisp girl cupped a rose into glass hands:


a splash of crimson under moon shadows.


she stargazes and paints them 


salmonpink with dry, fine strokes like an eclipsed


ocean, shining like seashells with


songs of the sea — voice calling to her, and she


thinks it’s you rising from seafoam


like a lush dream smelling of salt and seaweed.


girl shall paint you rich with the image


of a temple and make the paints smell of 


cloying waves as you touch her


with a scarred, foreign familiarity. and then you


let her go and fall back into the 


withering blue orb.

Bio: Ruby Carter is a young writer, graphic designer and over-consumer of cake. Her work is a testament to love, identity and sexuality.

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