📖 ( nyla abt h*ward … )
📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary.
lots of doodles on this page. a girl with one eye wearing a flower wreath w no body except a pair of wings. a duck with a fallen off beak. a fish with a blue crayon scribbled right the way thru like they weren’t even trying to keep inside the lines. a scribbled out daisy. ‘cats playing violins’ written without explanation. then two hearts with just the slightest bit of border overlapping. one has a smiley face and one has a frown. in the happy heart they’ve written nearly every name they’ve ever known. crammed and spilling over. marching the page like an army of ants in search of biscuit crumbs. ‘HOODIE’ is there n nyla’s even dotted the o’s and drawn a smile beneath them, too. the other heart (the sad one) is practically empty compared. but there’s still ‘AJ’ and ‘RAYA’ and ‘JOHN’ and ‘PAMELA’ and ‘GEORGE’ and ‘NYLA’ smallest of all. at the bottom of the page, the last thing you see before you turn it, in spindly writing like a spider’s legs, there’s ‘zip tied to a sink in the bad heart’s bathroom’.