How dare Henry come into Alex’s house looking like the goddamn James Bond offspring that he is [...] and act like he didn’t slip Alex the tongue and ghost him for a month.
— Red, White & Royal Blue, Chapter Six
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER 1x07 The Pit and the Pendulum
What's a poem, after all, if not a safe space for a difficult truth? Here's one. Came to me when you adorable little things started building cities. I call it "The City in the Sea."