
Saving hollow membranes
from empty rituals.
Diving deeper into my fractured structure,
even when I step foot on holy ground.
Make a way for shards of stained glass regret
and similarities between your strong love and my weak hate.
Can I become safe here? Is that okay?
I don't know what comfort feels like anymore,
not after your grime embodied me and its scars
took over my mind.
I'm told it's safer in this forest,
where I have many places to hide.









with much love & light~ Desire~*~



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