AnOublietteofThought

Atop. Beneath. So grinds these teeth on morals written lacking. I chew. I spit. I choke in fits releasing while attracting. Accrued. In debt. Division kept with treatise sanctioned fiction. Diseased. Too clean. Prayed purely obscene I bleed in drowned remission.

Written July 31, 2026. © 2026 AnOublietteofThought.