There is, I think, a profound grief in choosing life over death.
Referencing after, of course:
when the bottle drops,
when the barrel falls, and the pills scatter.
The storm languishes, then;
replete of rain,
far from hollow;
a restless stomach, unsatisfied despite fulfillment.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
There is, I think, a profound grief in choosing life over death.
Referencing after, of course:
when the bottle drops,
when the barrel falls, and the pills scatter.
The storm languishes, then;
replete of rain,
far from hollow;
a restless stomach, unsatisfied despite fulfillment.