It Will Get Lighter

Can I see

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

Thank you, Jack

it is hopeful

yes

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49