"my pronouns are mausoleum with the huge virgin mary statue that's been abandoned throughout time and has slight patches of moss and has been corroded by pigeons shitting on it"
"im chilling at the foot of the statue taking in the passed time and memories held within the space"
"the ashes of your cigarettes as you pass time lay under my feet in a mockery of devotion and i stare down at you with a warm expression. corroded by the wind and the rain. i only hope you leave more before the wind takes the memories of your presence away"
"little does the statue know this is the place ive decided to lay down in for good"
"i only desire for your rotting garden to be next to me for the rest of time. creating life as it is in death"
"the rays of morning sun peeking through what little rubble remains, and the gentle, solemn gusts of wind blowing through my form put me to rest. there's something so warm about this that wasn't expected from the very start of this visit"
