A Sip September 16, 2026 / Raven / 0 Comments I hung bats from my earlobes close to my throat twice I was bitten startled as if I hadn’t offered them a sip Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like this:Like Loading… Related Cave batsbitebloodCircle of Tall TreesDark Humordark poetrygothic poetrynature poetrypoetrysensual poetrywildness Previous post The God Seat Next post Rest Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentNameEmailWebsite Turn on JavaScript to leave a comment.
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