scrybaby
this is an exercise in cold fingers, hands long since still and solid. it's been a head, heart without activity; everything has been paused by nature, by nurture. it feels less like philosophy and more like blunt force trauma and the silence that hits the ground immediately after.
writing since 2015 · 2 entries · 2 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means jack showed up.
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the words jack reaches for
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