the wasteland stretches like an elastic gum tarp or bedsheets made of ivy thistle bristle stone it's a taut canvas that wraps around the worlds and squeezes all life within compressed against the collagen of the Mother's bones We are so close to snapping i can almost taste the hairline fractures forming Death is a sly seducer making me almost beg for the final breath to be ripped away how can human nature be such a two-sided coin on one side we deserve it on the flip we beg for more vssThreads