the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Gradually weaving events Into an evolving story, of who I am. 🌙

Ultimately, you couldn’t meet me. The learning curve would be too steep.

💕🫶🏾

It’s not something you can control, but you can better coordinate intentional entry and safe exit.

The time you spend inside should always be your choice.

For the lovers ❤️ 💕 💗

A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.

Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.

After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.

Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.