Bones—feeding, growing, pressing painfully inside the old pinewood box.
A knot gives, and through the splintered crack, I hurl myself far from who I was— It remains unbearable not to know all I could become.
Pressure
August 13, 2025
August 13, 2025
Bones—feeding, growing, pressing painfully inside the old pinewood box.
A knot gives, and through the splintered crack, I hurl myself far from who I was— It remains unbearable not to know all I could become.