❝ 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 ❞ [poems for my love] [❛mortal coil❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2022]

drown in ichor.

(2019 - 2020) homesick

it will make sense in the morning.

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

there is half a moon that i can't really swallow

Collected phrases and fragments.