• fracture 5w

    Rustling leaves and the cool autumn.
    In the middle of an empty garden you rested your head on my thigh as you looked to the sky and we both fell into deep thought.
    You rested your head on my thigh, with a dagger stabbed into your forehead and blood all over my legs.
    We were two of us there. But I was the only one alive.
    ©fracture