He gnawed on my soul until all that was left was a core of longing. And the seeds within were filled with his haunting. And like an apple being pulled by his gravity, I kept falling. He will take bites without ever warning.
© Delia Ross. 2019
He gnawed on my soul until all that was left was a core of longing. And the seeds within were filled with his haunting. And like an apple being pulled by his gravity, I kept falling. He will take bites without ever warning.
© Delia Ross. 2019
I was eating an apple while I wrote this…
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