Short Form 2
by Alysiana Carter
I am something holy when the wind blows.
I am the thing moved through.
Alysiana Carter (she/hers): Often seen wandering streets late at night / trying to reconnect / to the moon / to the stars / to the smell of honeysuckle / to the nomadic freedom my soul longs for / but never mind your local cyrptid. Aspiring anthropologist. Actualizing lover of beauty.