The Golden Greenhouse

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-18 23:15:57 -

You dream of the glass. It is not clear. It is green. A deep, stagnant, breathing green. You are in the greenhouse. It is your home. It is your prison. The air is thick. It tastes of rot and sweet, cloying flowers. You are small. You are seven. You are old. You are both. The house is vast. The house is wrong. The walls breathe. They expand and contract. Like lungs. Like a beast. Your parents...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση