clutching my chest, arrows sticking out my back, my skin burnt and bruised and covered in scrapes and all kinds of nasty shit th-the wordle.... i lost..... i-it beat m-me.......... h-how............. why.................
let the crows into your heart
- she/her
lyra; poet, critic, letterpress enthusiast
lover of crows, myth, metamorphosis, crows, tea, birds, nature, shadows, crows, crows
(i frequently share nsfw posts, fyi!)
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