… be
as memories from my eyes bombard my black cloak of grief.
I can only dream of your hologram —
I can only hear your voice when my ear bleeds from my longing for your human.
I wish not for this, but this is the grenade on my lap.
Let out the final cry. ༼ಢ_ಢ༽
Tochukwu Godswill Amos ✨☕
