☾☆ you're only armed to the teeth because you're more brittle than you'd care to admit ☆☽
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Stories by cowardinsilenttrees
An Argument, A Child, An Attic
Rook is a young boy dealing with his mother and fathers' conflicting emotions. His only safe space is the att...
The Cycle
short poem of whirling and relentlessly repetitive thoughts
The Mirror
At first I thought it was the window, until I heard it come from the mirror again.
