Tag: K.S. Moore

  • Cocoon


    By K.S. Moore,   The cancer has spread I want to cocoon myself with the living, hide from decayed wings, talk to people I don’t know, reassure myself we are human. This slow death will not slowly take everyone I love. There are people whose bodies do not turn against them. Let me transform with…

  • Being Yours

    Being Yours

    By K.S. Moore,   The exquisite madness of being yours – heart full, arms full. Top of the stairs you become a ball, that deep-learned womb style curling of form only asks to be held. I only ask you to take your time. Already I miss your puppy-roll-play, feel scared that your steps might free-fall,…