#ooh intriguing
Where I tried my hands on drabbling for the first time in millenia.
5 drabbles (5*100)
prompt:intoxication
for the DPOD drabble night~
Then, I failed to admit how your withdrawal could scar me. Now, I can’t forgive you.
For that connection between us, you should have known - probably did - what your quiet departure would do.
My shaking hands can’t create. And I became deaf to the people around me.
For my questions are to you, hollering vociferous against all else.
Had you accepted that we wouldn’t meet again?
Why can’t I? No— How could you?
Sharp pain is all you left behind; your vacancy renders me crippled. To add insult to injury: You didn’t even say goodbye.
Don’t presume I’ll surrender now.
The Pilgrimage Saga
stuck on a spaceship 2: this time it’s personal
