Oof. Time to take a photo of the feeling in my ribs and study it long enough to put the sensation into sounds that mean things to the creases in my skull. Echo this translation, I feel like crying, wanna go dancing violent enough to throttle wind, I would wish away the night if IContinue reading “picture in my ribs”
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Wood Cutting Yew
When talking in terms of how deep you wound me, we aren’t like that old trick question, “how far can you walk into a forest?” You know the answer, you can only walk halfway into a forest, because after that
Jordyn Saelor 