- Reads 32
- Votes 8
- Parts 8
- Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2023
There are words dripping from my tongue and they flood my hands with meaning. Drowning is a solace, really. Its letters that reside in my throat become the flowers I choke out and the sweet scent joins the bitter taste I fail to swallow. Started: July 26, 2023All Rights Reserved
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