[domesticatedmoth]

@domesticatedmoth 𝓛𝓪𝓲𝓷.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙. she / her tw disturbing content. @lainsdeadstalker’s wife

[domesticatedmoth]

I am the sequel, the slightly faded copy of a beloved first edition. The pages dog-eared, the spine cracked. Makes me wonder why you bothered picking me up, was it to feel some semblance of what you did with the others? Are you disappointed?

[domesticatedmoth]

She claimed the thrill of the untrodden path, the breathless plunge into the unknown. Mine are the quiet echoes—footprints pressed into already packed snow.

[domesticatedmoth]

I watch your laughter bloom in the presence of another gardener in a garden I am not permitted to enter. Tell me, is it my shadow that dims you?

[domesticatedmoth]

I try to map the constellations of your reasons, but the sky is always cloud-covered. I tell myself it's the moonlight, or the fog that clings to the coastline of my own inadequacy.

[domesticatedmoth]

I have tried to be the light you needed, the shadow you could lean on, the silence you found comfort in.

I am sorry that my best was never quite enough to anchor you to me.

[domesticatedmoth]

What difference does another shade of betrayal make to the palette of this worn-out canvas?

[domesticatedmoth]

my breath a captive bird trapped in the cage of ribs , the ground a soft embrace & I curled like autumn leaves. Yet amidst the swirl of nausea a warmth that melted the agony.

He loves me, perhaps more than he knows. the soul unveils itself when stripped of expectations. I get to see it—feel it. Only me.

[domesticatedmoth]

He let himself be consumed, dissolved in me. His violence, a strange caress. I find myself finally loved.

Beat me; love me until I am no more.

[domesticatedmoth]

He hit me and my stomach twisted like a knot, and I knelt to my harsh God finding its mark in the softest part of me.

[domesticatedmoth]

My hands ache to hold you, just you. Are you ever truly mine? Do you just use me to pass the time?

[domesticatedmoth]

I want you all to myself, the purest whisper, the quiet connection, to gather your light in a space that is ours, where envy melts like morning dew on grass.

[domesticatedmoth]

I’m so jealous, the way your laughter falls freely, touched by many hands. I long to claim you for myself.

[domesticatedmoth]

Your thoughts, a secret garden; I wish I had the only key to wander through your mind alone with you.

[domesticatedmoth]

The way your laughter spills like sunlight on a quiet room, and I want to catch it all, hold it close.

[domesticatedmoth]

This possessive ache, a spider weaving its web, every strand to catch you.

[flutterbvnny]

the forest rape trip is separate from the forest mushroom identification trip ok we can’t make this mistake again