I’ll dig a hole and sit in it. Five feet into the ground. Hopefully, the dirt is crumbly, Soft but not too damp And I’ll sit in the hole–
Just out of reach in the small of… Persistent tinglings would not lea… Her limbs contort the bones begin… Her fingers stretch out unsuccessf… The virus has decimated his wall
We’re going to have a tryst in Ut… Upon holding your hand, I’ll insi… No waiting rooms, or anticipating… No dealing with misogynists in Ut… No crippling comparisons, no lurki…
I exist in an axbxc reality, not k… While my brain explodes in colorfu… A scream travels along the soft fl… all the way to my throat only to f… It turns around, reverbing through
Let’s keep our dreams to ourselves shall we? Let’s not talk about your hopes an… my fears My smiles and your tears
There’s pleasure to be felt in the… Selfish, horrendous pleasure but p… Knowing that they feel pain when y… Knowing that you’re missed... impo… Maybe that’s why jealousy is attra…
Every excruciatingly boring lecture where the only thing keeping your eyes open is their constant flickering towards the clock. Every painfully awkward social interaction when your frie...
Some people don’t like the rain, because it’s dangerous, treacherou… waters dissolving their tethers to… because it’s wet and cold and it seeps through that little gap
In oblivion, dust clumps metastasi… Energy propels, Gravity beckons Crystallizing a cold dark pregnant… Helium ovum hydrogen sperm fuse Violently beautiful light squeezes…
love damage pain divorce resilienc… Strangers seem more lovable than His own blood and bone did The last time he cried was four ye… Sixteen years of damming compresse…
What are you hiding? I wonder What do your eyes struggle to conc… Why do your hands tremble at the t… What makes your feet stumble away,… What makes your skin want to peel…
Toxic gratitude. They’re the reason you exist. Toxic platitudes.
It started with a theft (two actually! his phone and her shirt) Then came the texts... slow and steady at first, they gradually gathered speed until it was almost too much, every hour f...
Spider-webs turn to Shimmering gossamer strands Mist-frost in the sun.
She can’t help herself while talki… Still present tense though he’s be… “He goes to work early in the morn… And always comes home with a hard-… Brings me samosas, vanilla ice-cre…
