for these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. where do they come from ? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭. where do they go ? 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒. does blood stir their veins ? no : the night wind. what ticks in their head ? the worm. what speaks from their mouth ? 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕒𝕕. what sees from their eye ? the snake. what hears with their ear ? the abyss between the stars. they sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. they frenzy forth. in gusts they beetle - scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 all clear-run waters. the spider-web hears them, trembles -- breaks. such are the autumn people. 𝖇𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒.
an ind. priv. semi - sel. iconless. low - med. activity multimuse blog ft. seasonal & year - round muses from yellowjackets, until dawn, anne with an e, hocus pocus, barbie, the outsiders, the last of us & more ! by mae. 24. she/her. minors dni.
