In the end it didn’t matter. In the end nothing would. Because in the end, they would never be able to hurt me again. *
By Kathryn Kluttz7 months ago in Fiction
Rotting teeth fall like autumn leaves out my decaying mouth god(,) let me rot Do not fear the onslaught of flesh decomposing off bone,
By Kathryn Kluttz7 months ago in Poets
