Even in my momentary dreams
The illusions that torture me are still the same
I
’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
As the glass shatters to the floor, I’m met with a face full of disgust.
I just wanted to give them a vase full of smelrado flowers as an apology. Please don’t hate me, I’ll do better next time.
Just don’t leave me.
YOU ARE READING
singularity || k.th
Storie breviA lone figure stands in the dark. Dim light streaming through a broken window reveals bruises littering their pale skin, lips chapped and blue. A raspy voice calls out to me. "Help me..."
