Unrelatable
From humble farmland thrust into a world of perils worse than any predator.
From humble farmland thrust into a world of perils worse than any predator.
30,000 killed,
9,000 children
*swipe*
Polaroids on the walls,
Plush pillows lost in a heap of sheets.
Soft and warm,
Light at the end—an invitation.
Oncology Wards. Christmas Day. I’ve been dreading this for months.
Rich
a flourless chocolate torte
A beautiful boy dies
My eyes don’t cry
Golden eyes open, unseeing
But I know
She knows it’s me.