the sun before it starts to melt This time we did not return,like a collapsing memorybridges burning under our feet,concrete grass growing on our fingers,our home- a satellite with pseudoscience effectorbiting. This time we arrived,at the doorstep of joy,our membranes merginglike the sky at horizon.With sunset bleeding on our skin,we watched birds dying,their feathers engulfing … Continue reading Recurring Damages