1/2/2026 - 2:05 AM

The room is dark, only illuminated by the flicker of my candle that i'll forget to blow out before i fall into restless sleep.

my skin smells like honey and my hair like vanilla,

i make sleepytime vanilla tea, 

hope the nausea is gone by morning,

when i close my eyes i'll think about you,

think about the fresh bruise on my spine,

and wish it was all just a dream.

goodnight.