• Hannah Flowers

you tell me to free myself of my chains even while you rattle your own. you are bound to your old ways, i am bound to skin and bone. the truth waits in haunted alleys mistaken too often for home. the beaten flesh hungers for tenderness, a heart-shaped garden, overgrown.

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the celebration

there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear

With Current.

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were

MissingNo.

an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand