❛ two corpses we are, two corpses i see. ❜
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it is morbid veracity in a metaphorical sense, voice uttering such terse thoughts && shaking elliot into cognizance. words he cannot offer to express what he feels, though there is not a thought that manifests itself which refutes the claim that lingers. neither of the pair are regarded in limelight, which is to say that they are both no better than ghosts ; && harsh to consider, it seems, but would there ever be more to them than their sunken eyes && the pretense that they’re not doing as badly as they are ? in retrospect, they have never been much ––––––––– little has changed barring the uptake of drugs && the aggravated mental conditions ( both mostly on elliot’s part, he believes ) .
–––––––––––– but, god, did she have to be so brazen ?
such is not to be misconstrued, && if one knew elliot, they’d understand that audaciousness never sat well with him to begin with ––––––––– darlene would be no anomaly to such a habituated condition. tongue sits heavy behind clenched teeth && he cannot bear to deviate his gaze from the ground, fingers grasping fruitlessly for their own palms. it is too much to brave, the concept of merely being, without life nor basic qualities of actuality ; was he overthinking this again ?
he breathes, && it is an inhalation that is prolonged ––– articulates his discontent. disoriented, he becomes adrift in a winding nexus of superimposing notions, the disorder of uncertainty ; he can only offer a fleeting glance at his sister, before nodding && reaching for his second cigarette that day.