| Daria Arbuzova | gothic pastoral iv







this sword, unlike any other, never could beat its target.
as soon as the sword touches somebody it desires to defeat, it ends up destroying itself,
breaking its fragile, beautiful and defenseless body into small pieces.
it’s called an inversive sword.
how nice it would be, should all versive swords disappear.


inversive sword
daria arbuzova

poem: katja broccoli
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