it’s past tense because they don’t matter.

she couldn’t see the abyss through iron, she just wanted to get back home. shattered faces and slithering tongues, seeing both sides of the world is the curse of a heterochromia heart, jaded in one eye, crushed in the other; the shield of metal on her forearm more arm than shield, it’s just drowning silently,Continue reading “it’s past tense because they don’t matter.”