This Body is a Grave

From the depths of my core to the moons in my sky, I am dead—let me stay like that. Dead or drowning in corpses, the difference is pointless after a while. I grieve them; I devour those who try to fill the holes they left behind. My beloved children, my removed limbs, the fire I […]

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