Phoenix Tian :: “dull roots&spring flowers” (opens in new tab)

i. the late spring baptises the blossoms. i’m fourteen again, lying amidst aphids&cupping molehills with my palms. we choose to take a trip to the woods. shake the flowers to see its pollen scattering across the riverbed. reread the conspiracy against the human race&hope we don’t get hayfever. ligotti once thought: if he pulled the […]