evanesce
Niuni Yashodhara
March 11, 2026
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history repeating dumb,then get cramped,in a
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history repeating dumb,then get cramped,in a
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down clothed, music to my ears
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liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down
rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same
part of this dark i am,she weeps beside meno sound no water,a disoriented beat,with only
sometimes, every word i have ever written seem pointless, devoid of any meaning… that those
the night is dry, sky dripping stars, gravel crunches beneath my feet, i hear a
you feel to me,like dirt under my nails,but my viper heads rise,at the sound of
there’s a melancholy in me, that i cannot pinpoint yet. i crave sleep, yet the