Spring of Glory, Summer of Love;
Autumn of Bounty, Winter of Justice
πΈπΎ Ψ§ΩΩ Ψ¬Ψ― ΩΩΨ΄ΩΨ―Ψ§Ψ‘Ψ Ω Ω Ψ³ΩΨ±ΩΨ§ ΩΩΩ Ω Ψ§ ΩΨ§ΩΩΨ§
@audintel
You wrote the sky backwards and it still bled daylight; Every mirror in this house opens into the same wounds; Every swollen face: splintered glass, (erase Them in Me)
Nails driven through wet wood. The stairwell hums with locked doors. Windows clench their teeth. A mirror blackens at the edges, soundless insects turning over. I crush the match before it burns, but the smoke still finds my mouth. And still β the return, unnamed.
