Aurollie is dead. Her slender frame and parched skin, etched with endless cracks that unveil her rotting skeleton; so she lies, beneath the light of a night whose bioluminescence...
Akily thanked Alberto for the roses with a quick kiss. She threw them in the trash as soon as she realized he wasn’t coming back, since he had already come back…
It was just another day of fighting. Another day of the world trying to rebuild my ruins, without me even asking. Making me feel guilty simply for… existing...
Night after night, I cloister myself like one shipwrecked in an ineffable pelagic deep. There is within me a cerulean that belongs not…