I was never this useful with wind in my lungs.
Lying here, my body a feast to the critters.
I'm finally allowed to think in peace.
And baby, all that has become of me is a single dandelion.
Yet I've never felt more accomplished.
There, there little one.
Sink your tiny searching fingers deep into me.
Drink all you need.
Take my body, take my body.
Make these bones your home,
And this flesh your feast.
Sink into me.
Only through your roots will I experience life.

- the upside to death

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A/N
hello loves,
This isn't particularly pretty, it being about death and all.
But art is never about being pretty though is it?
Also this isn't about my muse, so to make up for it I'll make a little confession under each chapter that isn't about him.

Confession uno: he has asked me on two occasions how I felt about him and I was so shocked that I totally botched up everything. Now I'm left thinking maybe he feels the same? I'm so horrible at this 😭
HELP

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