ㅁ The bones inside my head sit and wait. They enclose my meditations, Covered in muscle and skin. But they will have their day. These bones will emerge. Time removes flesh. They'll become Empty, White.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ The bones inside my head sit and wait. They enclose my meditations, Covered in muscle and skin. But they will have their day. These bones will emerge. Time removes flesh. They'll become Empty, White.
– a nonnet.