❛ennui, pride, and other selfish dilemmas ❜ (s.j)
“succumbing to solitude fills a void
once teaming at the brim
with vivid arcana and daydreams gone bad.
searching for solace in a rotting womb,
your mother is dead. she has been
for years now.
the loneliness clouds your memory
and sets fire to your core.
perhaps it’s the pressure
to be perceived as
pristine that is brimming your
throat with blood.”