had I not stomped you downdeep into the pastto slumbernowmost fitfullybetween tar and the thinbones of dead birdsand skinand blood…
The loss of property isn’t what keeps me from acknowledging myself as the point of origin. I could have dealt with that. The loss of…
*CN: one (rather slight) slur, some general foul language*
“You could call them joined at the hip”
You always write through me. I am the walker of all your stories. I live what you…
crowds of colour shining brighter than the light greet mei stand out like a spot of darkness whilemy soul sparkles in…
I read your words and fell down an elevator shaft. Bliss is false, spiritually ecstasy an illusion…
They built a high-rise in a flood zone
the pounding, the news, the people, metaking words, taking stories, taking lives, move asideno respite, no flowering, no outstanding, so…