Tisiphone

hope is the loveliest lie we ever believed— a bird with bruised wings still trying to fly in a sky that doesn’t want it.   it sings when...

they touched him and I swear a god died in me.   I watch him wake up screaming like a lamb mid-slaughter, like innocence torn open with a...

they didn’t break his bones just his soul and that never healed.   they laughed he cried you watched— and silence did the rest.   a life...