Girlmeat crumbling in the dehydrator, fine cut steaks long since reduced to jerky, half-forgotten. The beast is distracted: its next meal smells something in the air, sunshine rotting, ruining the mood. Her wedding ring itches, unclean, haunted.
a moth which writes
- she/her & it
- maybeelse.site/
see website for future presences
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