nocturne: swamp thing

something about standingin a swamp slimed with pond scumbuilding a bridge with fallen treessurprised at what i can carrythese strangers approachcalling me by namethey have a letter for memistakenly delivered years agowhen it would have matteredthe envelope is covered withnotes about how to find methey’ve made it a mystery to solvethey seem so proud myContinue reading “nocturne: swamp thing”