WELCOME HOME where my nightmares revolve around me, wrapping me in layers of bounteous malice, sprinting around me like a 200m race gone wrong— it doesn’t stop. it doesn’t stop. where my nightmares revolve around me, but the rest of the world doesn’t wait, you were here before, i say to the distorted nursery rhyme, please don’t leave me again. like i’m viewing the world in another dimension, time itself materializing like a windstorm coursing through me, leaving me behind in the cataclysm of my desolate, torn-up reality.
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everything is dark around me now, like 3 am at a forgotten cemetery. all i wanted, truly, was to be able to run again. what casualty, what cruelty— i realize the voice that’s shouting is my own. sing the lullaby again. and again. and again. x
ART by JULIANNA BIERNACKI WORDS by EMILY WANG
