You once told me I exist because you let me. I felt those words veil me. A bullet grazing my skin smothered in a vanity of nurture. My skin barrier corrodes as your breath cracks my face. I am no longer nourished.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
You once told me I exist because you let me. I felt those words veil me. A bullet grazing my skin smothered in a vanity of nurture. My skin barrier corrodes as your breath cracks my face. I am no longer nourished.