YOU ARE READING misellus Poetry my body's wretched, and so is my soul. xi 157 40 3 by trashykawa by trashykawa Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story i'm your ignis fatuus, your horrid nightmare, lucid dream, paralyse you and deaden your nerves until muscles mortify and impede breathing. als for the poor and rotten, sweetheart.