Forgotten (to silence). – Lucy (of Lucy’s Works)

https://lucysworkscom.home.blog/ Stare at the ceiling, I am an afterthought, dreams cast forgotten memories in twilight’s tongue rivaling alone the silence of the world that pretends to be still, when it’s fucking not; I wake in the room alone, I intend to sleep; in weakness, the oeuvre is loneliness as it slips bloodily on begotten wordsContinue reading “Forgotten (to silence). – Lucy (of Lucy’s Works)”