Six weeks of rain.Paradise finished/John bought snacks..#loverenewed
Monday 26 th jan 2026 Sharma and the Ukrainian bitch. Her heart was heavier than most, a court of twisted points that spoke empty; like old fruits that fester blown apart. All blood and half destroyed, dethroned by tight mouths that suck suck sucked. The two bad twins emptied, sucking, and thieving in their ingratitude- by invitation only, on her very own welcome mat MB 27.01.26 Flight.. The woman, was at the station high on a platform studying the doubt. Dusty brown,The pile of old worn travelling cases piled high. Like her they had hastily scraped, together and carried through the night. Tightly Slipped and fallen. Unsure if within this peaty black she would ever find herself again. T he house had been still when she left, the wood quiet, all small noises contained and sleeping high up in unmothered beds. And so she had quietly descended, tr avel suit already damp, and sweating with the effort. She alone had...