i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

"Put a blanket."

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever