blutetragen: “Stop. Please. I’m dying.” I ran deeperinto the bright black treeshappilyas she chased me: How lovely the little bits and pieces.The fingernails, the teeth. Eventhe bombed cathedralsbeing built inside of me. How sweetthe eye socket.
blutetragen: “Stop. Please. I’m dying.” I ran deeperinto the bright black treeshappilyas she chased me: How lovely the little bits and pieces.The fingernails, the teeth. Eventhe bombed cathedralsbeing built inside of me. How sweetthe eye socket.
blutetragen: “Stop. Please. I’m dying.” I ran deeperinto the bright black treeshappilyas she chased me: How lovely the little bits and pieces.The fingernails, the teeth. Eventhe bombed cathedralsbeing built inside of me. How sweetthe eye socket.
