sweet plum sticky on pale fingers
dawn blankets the town in glowing rays of heat.
You and I, in this space together.
waiting for warmer days.
and Boreas played his harp through the night.
the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.
imploding from within, my skin melts and my bones crack into tiny white shards. MILD GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING.
what once was is nothing now.
the sunlight who burns away all secrets is locked from the underground secrets.