It dies jot scream.
It does not beg.
It sits-
in the corner of a room
where no one looks,
folded into the seam
between memory and breath.
It walks with you
......
It dies jot scream.
It does not beg.
It sits-
in the corner of a room
where no one looks,
folded into the seam
between memory and breath.
It walks with you
......