foreclosure of fae girlz

bearer of beings as is ender of them

all things die, but before doing so they bare their years in earnest, branches interwoven and fruit bleeding from having fruitful lives, lavish or lacking not taken into this, this solace of self indulgence of death, of decomposing into earths embrace is never though divine. we only think of next next next. though soon it is lost, our next, given or stolen. in cycle, in rhythm, in song.