It Will Get Lighter

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Style

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Picture

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46