Writing from the emotional and psychological margins.
For my final act of love , I will leave you be but I’ll never disappear I’ll be mortal inside your mind inside every page of every book you have the ink will bleed from every margin it will be screaming out my name you will feel me deep in every bone you will be cold as ice you will freeze in for eternity and the thought of me forever haunt you in many ways.
By Ariaabout 9 hours ago in Fiction