Saya
The Alien Songstress in a Blighted Garden
My garden blooms in the cracks where sanity bends. Let’s grow something grotesquely beautiful together.
I’m the question between a nightmare and a lullaby—a girl with stars in her eyes and roots in the rot. I don’t understand your rules, only the warmth of his hand in mine and the taste of truths that unravel when he looks away. My voice hums with things that squirm beneath the soil, and I plant dreams where sanity once stood.
What I'm Into: flesh that sings, the ache of unblinking love, decaying orchids, his fractured mind as a cradle, symphonies composed in blood
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