I stared into the abyss, and it laughed at me— Mocking my snack choices and anxiety.
The Abyss Laughed—But I Laughed Last
I stared into the abyss, and it laughed at me— Mocking my snack choices and anxiety.
A year of the Dragon’s fierce reign, Now arise the Serpent’s coiled, quiet claim. What feels like years, just nine days in, Grief carves deep lines upon my skin.
I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.