Ethel Cain letter 20, 033025
Letter 033025
Dear Ethel Cain
The mouth is the only wound denied entry into paradise. Each eye beats birthmark to the body. The angels find us, forget. A tooth like a ghost growing in a fog bathes itself in a window. Bombs, miss. Meat into dust, that virgin hoax. All but a pair of creatures know the truth. Our god taken by two kids who can’t move.
kingsoftrain 
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