I think

watery what’s and white why’s

for the first time in my life I shook hands with regret saw her passing by before but we never really met

what a fucking bitch she is spitting in your face what a fucking force she is moving in violent grace

there’s no way to flee her touch once she picks you out where past and future dance too much and air fills up with doubt

her cruel curse is not in tongue and is not using glyphs she grabs you, makes you fill your lungs and let’s you scream