Unlocking the doorGreeted by the sound of trickling water Thoughts unparalleled to match the hungerFeet move on their own accord Pushed open the door to watchLathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down Again, our eyes meetContinue,”  I say breathlessly  Your body...

 Hero's journey  stone-grey  still-in crying  pondscum  reliefwe are the worldall along  the western fronta well to the deep  of a statue's sight....a moral compass  time warp  zone,the skywith        zero       reactionfirmament  grey...that gold displayof...

Ai can't look me in the eyeIt won't be sad when I dieit can't hold me just right it can't hold me at night it won't smell my cooking it will never be good looking It can't fill my bellywith food from the...