The Faded Masquerade

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-19 23:10:05 -

The house breathes. It is not a metaphor, for you have lived in its ribs for twenty years, and you know the specific, wet cadence of its timber expanding in the humidity, the groan of the joists settling under the weight of snow that does not fall, for here in this pocket of the world, the air is always thick with the scent of ozone and rotting lilies, a perfume that clings to the back of the...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare