A Tumblr by Miss Alli M. featuring snippets of prose and poetry too short or incomplete to publish elsewhere. Visit the Cyanotic Organization for longer fiction and poetry in its final form.
We are not the stuff of love songs, for you do not hear the lyrics; you hear only air tinged with upright bass, bassoon, the unadorned voices of strings. Somehow you block out the words, a skill I’ve never accomplished.
