Undefined Disorders 2nd Era: I Wrote Notebooks Full of Mistakes with Them

in my palm, a heavy mass lies, its warmth always sheltered in a safe home. its weight, a fear of depth scribbled across empty pages and sketchbooks, yet never revealing a clue.

it is greater than its appearance, to diminish it is a mistake. to fear its sharpness is a mistake, here, lying quietly in the palm of my hand— to fail to foresee the screams it may release is a mistake.



May, 2025
 by Demon Ego