I ache, I ache, I ache.
More than my bones.
More than my core.
Down to my heart
and into my soul.
My mind can only feel—
not a moment,
but a single breath.
I ache.
Oh, I ache.
My throat closing,
a demon crawling
into the space between my ribs.
In rips and tears,
oh, do I ache.
About the Creator
Donna K
I write where love and darkness intertwine in the quiet spaces where obsession is not a cage but a lantern, where madness is not an ending but a mirror. My work spirals through themes of devotion, identity, and the raw intensity being human
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