hunger's just a thing we call fire if we sympathize. let me show you my appetite

there's other hands to open jars, dear, and other hands to open doors; there's other minds to make out right from wrong. It's sweet of you worry so with such weakness yet, and on your way to more

so you've become a stranger to yourself; it's not so bad. I can reintroduce you

decay looks good on you

hotter, you know, there's something hotter in you. like you've swallowed a burning coal that forgot to smoulder out. some trick of homeostasis, as you'll know. no? how silly you are with your little muscles. there's no shame in not remembering; nothing does for the stains shame leaves like sweat

there's seeds of me inside your bones, love, my tangled root inside your gut. fly as you like from the shape of you the shade reveals by day, fly as you like even from your wan shadow cast by the light of stars - if the dawn haul up to meet you, the sun will only bring me forth from your tired flesh

what do you think you're running from? the disease is inside of you