in every corner of the world there is nothing for me.
only objects that are remnants of fully-lived lives — dusty and rotting,
rotted,
gone.
is there anything else left?
will there be anything else left?
YOU ARE READING
𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖚𝖗, 𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖘
Poetrypoems and prose by yours truly. may be excruciatingly edgy. will also include darker themes. and yes, the story cover is sappho. (11/11/2023 guys i don't. i don't know anymore.)
