holly lark she/her dec 1 fickle
you know me, you know me not.
i know you, i know you not.
thusly, i request you forget my face, my voice,
the shape my silhouette made in the flickering light.
the shape my silhouette made in the flickering light.
the candle is snuffed. i lie in the pitch dark,
the walls a chrysalis, let me lay unmoving
until that time...
until that time...