a month ago that went too quickly.

a costume i don when i wish to be won.





i am no body, any way.

a farewell to peace.

"it tastes like turpentine," she said eyes half closed and drowsy beneath his silent, heavy gaze. he said nothing, staring intently at her.

as she plugged her nose to gulp it down she realized that eating crow only made her feel more empty. she felt it running down her throat so hot and thick it nearly choked her.

a sudden deluge poured forth from vacant eyes down her cheeks past a noiseless mouth, as the pit of her being collapsed into fine white ash and she sunk slowly to the ground.