* ——— @bledanger / for milo.
have you seen me? ‘neath bold letters, there’s a number to call. cherubic faces of children leer at her from lone sheet of paper, ripped from a nearby store’s bulletin. onyx - ringlets curtain her face as she bows deeper over the page, left hand hesitates near the picture of a freckled - face boy, beaming through the creases of the leaflet. someone else is here. inside the safe - haven that is her bedroom, he lingers near the far wall, near - translucent, the phantom of each of her night - terrors. ❝ milo. i’m trying to focus. can you quit it? ❞















