July, contagious with all that can and will be, So full of thoughts and dreams, The month I was bound with bleeding seams, Pomegranates and crimson spirits within.
Born beneath the arch of a summer’s starry sky, As I am, bound among the darkest allies, Raw, broken, strong, and real, For the uncanny guardians to keep all my secrets sealed. 🜍 ⟡ ⟢ ~A.A. 2018






















