Your ghost brawl with the pome notes
–it's not their fault they both lingered.
Grapple with Diana 'til I see the sun.
Six months have passed, why haven’t you died?
Wish you a life, just not in my head.
Warmth and war, Apollo —that's what you are
Pick daisies like I pick my battle bruises.
Warmth and war —I keep plucking,
hoping for even petals.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC
Your ghost brawl with the pome notes
–it's not their fault they both lingered.
Grapple with Diana 'til I see the sun.
Six months have passed, why haven’t you died?
Wish you a life, just not in my head.
Warmth and war, Apollo —that's what you are
Pick daisies like I pick my battle bruises.
Warmth and war —I keep plucking,
hoping for even petals.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
