Does anybody in the Kinnporsche fandom know anything about Time and Tay (Tae? whatevs) in the books??
Like.... Are they even there at all? And if so, how are they and what is their story like? The same? Different?

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Does anybody in the Kinnporsche fandom know anything about Time and Tay (Tae? whatevs) in the books??
Like.... Are they even there at all? And if so, how are they and what is their story like? The same? Different?
A week ago
Its been 5 days, a couple hours,
not that i’ve been counting
You’ve held your breath in for so long
the clavicles on your sternum vibrate
down your fingertips
like your nerves naw through the moles on your hands and
I understand
Its been a week since you’ve willingly seen me
and you might be asking,
how could i- let these fossil fuels blow and not scrap the kaft left behind
how could i- let it,
so whenever you passed by each other
the grout of the walls dissipated at
the edges of this classroom I grasp for any solution
like an inexperienced beekeeper, trembling at the fact one wrong move and an entire colony is gone
I might as well have killed every sunflower stem that birthed orche leaves
and these spirits evaporate underneath the paper on this poster board you’ve fixated on the entire class, blowing the dog-eared edges
I figure i cannot pant, I cannot whine
when your honey laced eyes fossilize at the sight of me
but a week ago,
just a week ago i knew ecosystems
of your thoughts inhabited your irises
and against my shoulder whenever you rested your head
it was as natural as a bee swaying its puff from one flower to another
and the buzz of the pollinators were like
the first syllable of your last name
Z-
it would be a whisper in the back of my throat, lingering by the classes’ doorframe
by the steps outside the bus lanes
i’d ask the same question every-time
‘are you okay?’
she always responded in a soft cut of her voice, that week ago
“mhm, Im okay”
she has never been a great liar
the dusk pooling at the bottom of her irises dyed the fabric on her jacket that day i was told not to worry about it
but Its been 9 days, 3 hours, and 10 minutes
not that I’ve been counting
I’m gonna try and go to sleep but do you guys have any tips on how to deal with nightmares or delusions (I know they aren’t real but they still are terrifying)
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