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by Xaque Jan 29, 2025 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
we ate our guilt together under the quiet luminosity of a single gas lamp. there were eyes on us scattered in the dark furious with hunger and we ignored them because our hurt stirred and we had our own desperation. it blurred in this dimness, and we scraped up bloody red berry scraps to gnash with our teeth because we are like most, coasting through obscurity. moved by the uninspired humdrum of roasted plumbs, we drew ink and poured out these raw, peaceful epitaphs and repeated them and repeated them until they left a rash, and that's when we knew. the fruit of our famine dilutes the hues. so tonight it's cheerless blueberry