684 B
684 B
{{% verse %}}She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver fleece — Her countenance as spray.
— Emily Dickinson{{% /verse %}}
To The Lament, who offered me reclamation.
— Madison Rye Progress
Content Notes
Contains mentions of rough, but consensual sex with one vague description; blood; adult characters engaging with the world as children, unrelated to sex; themes of familial abuse.