the ache is waking up again. ordinary provisions just feel like ash on my tongue now. i sit by the glass and trace the invisible lines on everyone walking by, watching the faint, pulsing rhythms right beneath their collars. the hunger doesn't disappear, it just gets agonizingly specific.
Kult: +5
Kull: +10
Total: 15
Ratio: 0.50
♯dontworry someone will ♯putyouaway soon enough im ♯sure
Kull: +10
Total: 10