little fluff or bundle, little joy of yellow. with its crimsom red cheeks, it’s crying tears of blood. like me, forever trying to break free of the untwisted wrap of my heart, unable to breath freely and talk smoothly, forever shackled in hell and grievance.
Tag: little joy
Pain
You eat the light within me like a cancer, consuming the little joy and happiness I have left. Darkness fills the open wound, tears seep through its cracks.