A subtle scent winds through the soft breeze, Carrying slight sweetness and the crispness of fresh autumn apples Gingerly, I pluck one from an outstretched branch, Feeling its cold, smooth skin in my little hands
Tag: Branches
Some Days
Some days, I want to shrink in on myself, To become nothing, A monster, And forget everything
Bloodlines
Trace along the murky bloodlines, Dip your fingers in the thick crimson liquid, Maybe you'll feel where the venom first seeped in
Introverted Creativity 