THE SHRIEK OF AN ANIMAL
deboning itself for flight. / the shrill of living close enough to air to vanish.
THE SHRIEK OF AN ANIMAL
deboning itself for flight. / the shrill of living close enough to air to vanish.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ that ramshackle journal of yours — why do you hold it so dearly? why do you protect it with no apparent peril in sight? your hands feel feeble as they hug it closer to your chest : the marrow of your bones seems to have turned into slushy ooze, something akin to gallons of pus, seeping. weak, flaccid. she looks like danger, your intuition screeches. like a she-dagger, ready to pierce through the thinning flesh stretching itself taunt across your skeleton. ㅤ❛ who … — who are you? ❜
01. ( sc. ) → @mcreadies.
