datura

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bio

datura used to be in a small band, playing late-night shows in near empty venues and writing songs that were never finished. her boyfriend was in it too, he was someone who left pieces of himself in everything and always said theyd come back to it later.

they never did. after a late-night drive, there was an accident. she survived. he didnt.

the grief never faded, it stayed constant. and somewhere in that, something found her. it lingers close, feeding on her grief. not loud or obvious, just present. it threads itself through her thoughts, her memories, pulling at anything she cant let go of. she still hears him, not clearly, not fully, just enough to keep her holding on. she knows something is wrong. knows its changing her physically and mentally, giving her the spider traits she now bares. she just doesnt care to stop it because as long as its there, she doesnt have to let him go.