_sandpaperkisses: Letters Lamenting a Living Lilith

a literary playlist of the self loathing. the ugliness you try to ignore. feelings you know all too well like the tomb of your bed. this is every failed attempt at self love. a pitfall and quicksand of miasma you call a comfort zone. this is timeless. endless. a chasm of your existence. so you are never full. just empty. desolate. delicate. desperate.