"Everything beneath your heel is moving: growing, living, dying, dancing, and the grass you’ve crushed smells like a summer you remember when you were young, kneeling on the sidewalk, half an earthworm broken and wriggling between your flat palms."
Reposted from Does It Have Pockets
My mother’s cigarette ribboning smoke out her window, her white plastic cat’s eye sunglasses winging up in perpetual dismay..."

Two stunning, immersive new flashes from @jennroxie.bsky.social | www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/jenn...

Art @anchalastudio.bsky.social

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