Remnants of W. Z. O N E

w. z. o n e died…

but I didn’t die with her.

I almost did —

I had to kill her in order to survive…

It was vital.

It was brutal.

I had to kill the only thing

I found comfort in…

but I can still feel her

in the smallest corners of myself —

deep in my bones.

she left her mark on me.

she’s left me with the remnants of her.

goodbye to w.z.one remnants unfolding…

to remnants from w.z.one.

what a full circle moment.

/ / logged aftermath

-w.z. t w o