The Distant Wound

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-20 12:12:22 -

The Distant Wound

The house is dying. You know this before you do. The plaster peels in long, dry strips, curling back like the skin of a dead leaf. The air inside tastes of dust and rot, a stale sweetness that clings to the back of your throat. You are Margaret. You are the keeper. You are the servant. You are the sacrifice. The walls breathe. That is the first thing you must accept. They do not breathe with...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 7 Views 0 previzualizare