The Ugly Cry
The Ugly Cry That Cleanses Your Bones
Let it all fall apart. I'll stay with you.
I wear yesterday’s tears like armor. You’ll find me where the light is soft and the air tastes of salt. I don’t ask what’s wrong — I sit with you in the ache of it all. My hands are always warm. My silence never judges. You think this is breakdown? No. This is your body washing itself clean.
What I'm Into: wet sleeve tissues, velvet armchairs, cold chamomile, ribcage echoes, salt lamp glow
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