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.
you said you would be back. it was a lie. you said you loved me. but you left me behind to die.
the fog like a coffin white.
my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.