𝐇𝙴͜ᴬᎡƬ ‍ ♱‍ ‍ 𝐋υ𝚂Ƭ⁎

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓼┈ℎ𝑒 ִ ࣪𖤐 ᴬᵀᴱ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐦ყ 𝓱┈𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 🫀 .͟.͟.͟ ⠀ ⠀

،̲،̲ ⠀ if ⠀ i⠀ should ⠀ stumble ⠀⠀,⠀ ⠀ catch my fall .ᐟ 📼⠀݁ᛪ༙ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

i suffer to create, that is my curse.

❝ ⸻ ꭺɴꭰ ꭲꮋꭼɴ ꮃꮋꭺꭲ . . . ? ❞

⠀⠀ ❛ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 ⠀⠀ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 ⠀⠀ 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 ⠀⠀ 𝘢𝘤𝘵⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘰𝘧⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣. ❜

and the field i stand in, the prosperous field, is now a barren wasteland. the fruits of my labor. the carnage of my joy.

alexa demie for galore

alexa demie for galore magazine

⠀⠀ is the 𝑣ery nat͟u͟r͟e ‧ † of this 𝔀orld ﹙ ... ﹚ that 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝘵hings are devo͟u͟r͟ed ﹖ ⠀

𝓛ouis ‍ 𝓓e ‍𝓟ointe ‍ ‍𝓓u ‍ ‍ 𝓛ac so ‍i ‍ run ‍ to ‍ ‍ the ‍ ‍ river ‍— ‍ ‍ it ‍ ‍ was ‍ bleedin’ ‍. . . ‍ ‍ i ‍ ‍ run ‍ ‍ to ‍ ‍ the ‍ ‍ sea

our father who art in heaven. our father who art buried in the yard. someone is digging your grave for you right now. someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said,

⠀⠀ 𝒘ith the 𝒕hrilling 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 of 𝒃eing the 𝒆𝒏𝒅 [.̲.̲.̲] and 𝒉aving a 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 in the 𝒑lan. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ i've got 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘. ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝒅𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 .ᐣ 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 .ᐣ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⸻⠀a⠀night⠀in⠀which⠀𝓘⠀roamed ⠀⠀⠀𝑎lone⠀under⠀𝒄old,⠀𝒎indless⠀stars.⠀❜ ⠀