literature

(24/30)

Deviation Actions

incalyscent's avatar
By
Published:
117 Views

Literature Text

and we find ourselves crouched in the forest on the stairs that ascend into nothing.  and i hold
you and hold you but you don’t become any more tangible.  the leaves smell like new rubber.  
the shopping mall smells like pine.  i wish i could show you this but you haven’t had eyes in
years, and i haven’t had arms in years.  vile mind, will you not let me have this?  leave me in my
ashes, collect me to stardust.  maybe there’s a reason i only write about space and bones;
maybe i’m made of something else.  maybe i just want to belong.
:iconnapowrimo:
© 2018 - 2024 incalyscent
Comments3
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
This gave me chills!