The air presses,a weight I can’t shake—like a curtain that never rises,the weight of bodies built to blind,something heavy,something rotting.Time tugs at the edges,but it’s…
Always the Poet
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It devours you. Us. It devours US.Why not embrace it? Progress crawls, and our time here flickers.How tempting it is to surrender, to relinquish goodness.Letting…
Our love, as the forging of ore, Conceived in the womb where rocks draw breath, Like magma coursing through time’s veins, A searing chaos consuming…
My name is Nobody, and I do not want you to like me. I arrive to reveal an unyielding stance against love, perhaps as a…