‎backward chapter.

Ramblings and such. A continuous sob, witness a creature trying to understand whats it's like to be human

personal.

this part here, is where i write to keep my pain, because i don't know where else to.

finally stop trying to make a home out of the toxicity that poisoned my roots for so long.

lace me in acid and call me holy

I longed for something that I could not have. | lower case intended. © melcholune. | do not plagarise. | 2021. #2 in poetry ╱ 07102021 #9 in writings ╱ 16012022 #2 in melancholia ╱ 17062022 #5 in spilledink ╱ 19102023 #1 in melancholia ╱ 30112022

a demon, a dying boy, & fever dreams of a soul-stealing solstice.

she will show you every color in the spectrum of her being.

impulsive bloodlines / mental trysts