I treat my emotion like an indulgence. It shames. Cauterised melodrama. Empathy makes me feel like a vampire.
Drinking deep of the blood of innocence.
Everything happens at once. Tragedy at thrice remove multiplied.
Yet nothing ever happens.
The damp sofa stays upturned on the estuary, waiting for a high tide.
The warmth of the evening bewitches me.
Drinking deep of the blood of innocence.
Everything happens at once. Tragedy at thrice remove multiplied.
Yet nothing ever happens.
The damp sofa stays upturned on the estuary, waiting for a high tide.
The warmth of the evening bewitches me.
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