They say when you see a dead body it sticks with you for the rest of your life
I’ve never seen one
Well that’s a lie
Every morning I wake up and look in the mirror I see one
It’s not dead in the sense of lifeless
It’s hollow, there’s no bright contours like in the magazines
Lest there be any signs of life it hasn’t shown
But maybe my mothers a necromancer or maybe I’m still alive
That still won’t change the fact my bed feels like a pool of water and my life is concrete shoes
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
They say when you see a dead body it sticks with you for the rest of your life
I’ve never seen one
Well that’s a lie
Every morning I wake up and look in the mirror I see one
It’s not dead in the sense of lifeless
It’s hollow, there’s no bright contours like in the magazines
Lest there be any signs of life it hasn’t shown
But maybe my mothers a necromancer or maybe I’m still alive
That still won’t change the fact my bed feels like a pool of water and my life is concrete shoes
The title might be a little too ominous tbh