I snapped.
Like an inflexible branch
in the chaos,
in the storm.
What was born?
Falling apart,
losing control
like a bird.
I broke a hundred times.
I broke into rubble-
feathers and wood chips.
Bones.
I survived.
What was born?
Maybe I'm flexible now.
I met you in a dream: a child, trapped without your shoes, toxic blood -invisible- covered the walls and floors, I carried you out of...
The vision lingers. Soft light holds me. I am afraid to forget you. I don't want release from this merging of soft wishes and soft...
I dived right into your world following the woman in yellow. She vanished and became me, and I knew how to find you. You were there,...
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