The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

“You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.”

Would he fuck me with as much rage as his eyes betray? Would it make him stop being so spiteful?

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe.

“I think it’s because it makes me happy to see something that was once so beautiful in life be just as pretty, if not more so, in death. Forever beautiful.”

“The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”