Okyra
@okyra
Beneath a vault barbed with stars sprawls tundra, ribs polished to chrome by wind. Wolves suture its silence with songs bleeding copper, and I kneel, shivering bright as glass, because even prayers cut throats when their syllables sharpen on hunger.
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AntonioKihn548
@antoniokihn548
Words here don’t walk; they stalk.
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