Sunday 05.04.2026
In response to: https://wp.me/p1CKcK-YM
Something ravenous lurked just beyond the edge of space,a quiet hunger I tried not to name.
It came in a flicker,a sudden slip—a crash of memory,sharp as broken glass.
I stood there,rattled,holding the weight of shame in my bare hands.
So much felt hollow ,yet— in the scattered pieces I found a strange red glow,alive,refusing to disappear.
— Maggie
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