next week.

it will not end if i can’t reach there.

“Whatever’s wrong with me
I will take to bed
I give in so easy
Nature chews on me
Little death like lead
Poisonous and heavy
It has always been this way
It has always been this way

I am punished by love
I am punished by love

In the morning
I will mar myself again
He was a natural plauché
Saying “you won’t forget this”
Shame is sharp
And my skin gives so easy
Only god knows
Only god would believe
That i was an angel
But they made me leave

I am punished by love
I am punished by love
I am punished by love
I am punished by love.”

– Ethel Cain. Punish. 2025