I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when it’s gone for good, I’ll be none the wiser.

I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when it’s gone for good, I’ll be none the wiser.

– Kayla Krantz –

When Night Falls: A Collection of Short Stories and Poems

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