“time changes nothing m’dear,”
—as she still feels the lick of the flames on her skin, still smells the smoke that rises to her nose, still chokes on the remaining ashes left in her lungs & her irises still stings from the fire that ignites when she shuts her eyes. hoping for a slumber that never comes. restless in the sheets that welcome her tarnished soul. tarnished by years spent on a mistake, a mistake that shall never be forgiven. ❂ ❂ ❂ —”it just gives you the illusion of it.”









