Cyn Grace Sylvie

I want it to get easier. Memory wiped clean like a tabletop. Freed of the need to avoid certain objects, words, and sounds. Hissing, hitting the ceiling when I fail in the endeavor, when an idle glance accidentally brings it all screaming back into razor sharp focus. I no longer wish to have to circumnavigate… Continue reading Memento Mori

Everything becomes a lost place eventually. Welcome to a new lost place.