The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

1

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.

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Style

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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


something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

2 (actually index). two is company

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging