the immortals // madness, madness
come, love; say that you’ve never felt
the remnants of a rifle ripping through
your heart—your chest fragments
scattering to the ground like spare change.
Dhwanee Goyal
Photo by Alexander Lam on Unsplash
come, love; say that you’ve never felt
the remnants of a rifle ripping through
your heart—your chest fragments
scattering to the ground like spare change.
Photo by Alexander Lam on Unsplash
come, love; say that you’ve never felt
the remnants of a rifle ripping through
your heart—your chest fragments
scattering to the ground like spare change.