[ the air is foul, there’s rot in this place ]
prophet. eighteen. it / it’s. patron saint of pestilence. bringer of the plague. asexual sadomasochist.
this is my plague, cast upon my head alone. i am the originator; my sin is at the root of all. i have ventured into the town. i have seen the ulcer there. no matter how many houses i bless, my sickness sinks deeper. the rotted limb is the death of the body…
why don’t you go and make yourself a name, infection already flows in your blood, there isn’t much time left.















