♡ ;; kiri

and she will continue to whisper reassurances about our future to calm me down

—October 2025

Mary Shelley kept her husband's heart wrapped in a poem and stashed in her desk,

Always close to her papers, close to her heart.

She would marvel at my tragic wonder,

Preserve it like tissue in wine, ink on paper.

If they were to examine my last heart beats,

they would track morse code spelling your name.

I love you in the way that would not thrill a poet,

but inspire one. after all, it inspired me.