✮ Catharsis ✮
ꫂ❁ Disturbance On a bench, she had a book for a head and her tinsel tainted silhouette clung to her ankles, stretching against the light, fleeing from the anemic glow of the morning. She didn’t stir, nor bellowed, nor splashed. Out of nowhere, a lady dragging her corgi, paused and questioned the nature of her business—the boisterous act of her stillness, her scathing demeanor while reading, had…















