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My insides are burning by Evan Sheldon (Lucent Dreaming Issue 3)

If I could I would tattoo the underside of my skin like a firmament for my veins with ink made from foxfire mushrooms and swarming dinoflagellates. Carve twisting vines like rivulets for the new glow to pool along the length of my bones. I would be my own constellation, encapsulate my own wildest night. Tattoos… Read More My insides are burning by Evan Sheldon (Lucent Dreaming Issue 3)