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what a nefarious little worm ! burying itself in the hollows of his chest , feasting on these vile emotions he repudiates with such violence . this sickness ——- it weakens him daily , he can feel it spreading like an infection , deeper & deeper she’s made a home of the cracks of ancient bones & gaping wounds still fresh on his palace of memories . but he can’t let her stay ! she’s making him sick . can’t she tell ? ❝ go ahead & die , then . i won’t cry . i won’t shed a tear . what are you waiting for ? ❞ but he doesn’t release , doesn’t let her take action & that intrusive grip tightens like a vice ; ‘till crimson trickling down naked elbows & purple hues protruding from white flesh . a wetness forming weary lids , that twinge in his chest a familiar devil ——- no , he needs to rip this parasite out of his burdened chest ! tear it apart with claws & teeth before it devours him whole .

a newly honed edge of a blade hurt less than the jab of the devil’s frigid tongue , relinquishing the poison as it seeps down collapsed airways & tightening it’s sickening grasp to putrid desperation , an onslaught of candy coated sickness that’s boiling in her brain , melting the cranium down the unholy sanctuary of loathing & despairity . they were doused in fuel & wrath ; begging to light the match ! let him tear the flesh of our cotton candy loins & delve for the weakened heart beneath . set fire to the corpse and speak nothing ; feeling NOTHING of it again . hand jerks , eyes hallow & face pale as paper , tugging hard -------- as honey skimps past the butterfly maw , the other balling a fist , slamming down over again and again ; dreaming of damaging him as much as he did her . ❝ i hate you ! i HATE you so much . i’m nothing anymore , i’m nothing but a stupid girl with blood . that’s it -------- that’s all . so feast up . ❞ spite spits , dove slit .

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bitmiscuous‌:

one drop , one moment . a guttural calling of torn veins conduces him to a familiar waltz . she —— death seeker , draped in despair & sorrow . why else would she dance with the ripper so willingly ? the lights flicker & she does too . he’s there , hoarfrost orbs glossy & steady , baring to the bone . does she craves freedom so desperately she’d unshackle herself from this dreadful word ? another drop , knuckles sticky & red . talons snatch her wishbone wrist & bury into milky flesh ——– harder & harder . ❝ ah . naughty you … you want to leave me this badly , do you ? ❞ he searches for hatred in those beady eyes of hers . why can’t he find it ? why won’t she make this easier on them ? his scream out : hate me , hate me ! i need you to , can’t you see ? will you hate me if i fall to my knees & beg ?

sacred burials scrounge of rotted flesh & lacy cobwebs . fancy silks , humble hues of dainty pigments shroud over glorious faces ! ( the time keeps clicking, and clicking, and clicking !!! it won’t ever stop clicking; why. ) a wince flickers on the curvature of docile fervor , dragging up to press a palm to her eyes , sheathing away the longing glimmered within . she’s a dejected halo with christened clipped wings ; shatter us ------ please ! shatter us harder than ever before ! press the weight of your boot to our sullen neck and destroy everything you can . ❝ if i die would you sit at my funeral and shed happy tears ? ❞ soft honey pupils peak through feathery lashes , chest racing in frivulous fury as her vision bleeds obsidian & a muffled scream tears through empty valves , a darkness blurrying the vision of a saint . we pray to the lord , our savior of holy inclination ; please let this moment last forever !

a bird with torn feathers is no longer a bird ; a human without freedom is no longer human. built around a cage ; dainty shackles slumped over fractured ligaments ; weary & dazed with no rest but for futile escape. the clock overway snaps, each click rings a deafening tone sullen in her ears. perhaps she didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to shove the tip of the blade under the sheath of her flesh, to feel a famuliar sting raise along her wrist ; except without a pearly maw attached. slumps down to the floor, resting --- waiting.

@bitmiscuous

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anora vc: hey everybody today my vampire keeper was the worst so im starting a kickstarter to have him put down. the benefits of killing him would be i would get bit way less.

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La La Land (2016) dir. Damien Chazelle

it was the season of the eldritch inclination ; the leaves were falling from rotting pines & delcet hues of orange & red slump the rural forest grounds. it was the time for costumes & freshly baked apple pie. which is just the beginnning where her predicament begins. confliction rides the contour of butterfly cheeks, rosy pigment flourishing the canvas of soft features & eyes preplexed with frustration & interest; feigning away a meek revelation of making a desicion. she could never do it properly. there weren’t that many choices anyways. one or two. that was it. a fifty percent chance the choice wasn’t going to be satisfactory. a hallow breath scoots past her lip, spinning on her right foot to grab hold of the first person she sees. it was a boy & he was tall. she trusted tall boys. “ red or green. it’s important. “

@knifewields

“ don’t let anyone beytray or hurt you ever ! you’e worth more than that ! “ cheeks puffed & a glower grimace clean on righchous little features . anger coursed through tiny veins , breath escaping like flies tilted on putrid razen fields . “ boys are SO stupid , we should just ----------- KILL THEM ALL . “

//// @halobled

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a glint of daze shdows honey filled hues , tongue gently dabbing nervously against the buised flesh of her freshly picked plum ; the juices slow drain down the side of her cheek . such a messy messy thing she is . dulcet & soft “ you know that plums are sweetest when they begin to rot . “

/// @incorrigibletoo

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pst i know im slow but tomorrow i’ll make things .

michael‌:

mouthful of eldritch teeth , boyish charms often falter battling sentimentalism , heaven & hell dwell within a single shell , fragments of marble & gold mold its glittering armor , crafted to bewitch ; its ambrosia lips & honeysuckles tongue deliver kisses one minute , & embrioide her sparrow limbs with harsh bruises all at once , plucking at the feathers & dousing them in crimson . hubris - ridden , this infectious creature tarnishes all that is virtuous & holy ——– so what is it that she seeks in the hollow ? what is it that she sees when she looks into the void ?

is she weeping over wilted carcasses of flowers ? she does so with every passing winter , new roots tie itself into the dirt soil & new foliage sprouts in vivid colors every spring , still she sheds tears for that which can’t be avoided . it’s so pathetically beautiful & humane how brittle play - dough heart latches itself onto things bond to break it .

❝ little dove —– you’re so pathetically weak sometimes … ❞ dulcet - toned & saccharin , a thumb set ‘pon her chin coaxes her blood - studded cheeks , talons digging into milky flesh & trembling doe eyes forced to fixate into a puddle of subdued calamity / the predator & the parasite , so sneaky the parasite is — coiling inside his chest to make a home out of the wreckage , writhing in agony , still the predator finds some twisted joy in that , some comfort for he is no longer lonesome in midst the misery . ❝ if i promise to be your friend forever , will you let me keep you ? will you let me hold you & kiss you wherever i want to ? ❞

brows furrow & knit ; tears swelled in wilted crevices cease & the marrow of fail bones slumps to liquid under the crusaders eye & her cheeks are swollen with saline & veins puffed with the heed of an implish malady . the skeleton of an angel ; a viruous lamb that god created by the trick of his gracious hands , sewn long dandelion tresses ; lips glazed with sweet strawberry essence , tainted flesh greives the fate of a demon’s pet . wings septer sweet & engraved over the marrow of frail shoulder blades crunched & spit out with crimson jewels descending from her earthly fervor . the angel has fallen , pretty purples & blues & reds caress the color of a devout canvas ! there’s no halo ----- no shroud of deity glistened over glittery cheeks & fairydust flesh . the etheral light that cascades over lithe sillouettes has shaded to grey .

the bloom is dreary ; melancholic clouds anchors with the gust of death . rebirth was a fickle find ; a loose love that eventually leads the way of light again . but her poor poor friends . corpse after corpse ; their sun shines less . the breeze made them shiver & weep . we all die , someday . even the he may perish with the wind & a heart will break .

“ i’m not weak . i ------ i’m not . “ voice trembling , liquid irises gleaming as sweet as hooney & they peak up & bath in his boyish charms . breath flows past her pristine maw in the shape of a huff , jaded and raw spikes of a tender heart strikes against torn cages . she’s colored by emotions , a natural nourishment for such a small brittle girl . there was nothing inside his chest ; as much as she pressed the side of soft cheek against the hollow of his chest , there was no boom , not event a stutter . it was empty inside . “ you do that anyways because you’re a monster . and you won’t let me go ever . not even if i begged and pleaded you would keep me here . FOREVER . ”

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Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray to God my soul to take.

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Michael

—— a mannequin all polished & pristine , elbows slumped over stone , wandering gaze placating & off - reach ; he seeks refugee somewhere between the synchronized ballet of lights ; a glimpse into the past , a fleeting hope for some distant future … they twinkle & pour their light into earth , like a thousand dead angels scattered across a vast blue field . he wasn’t raised to believe in angels , but sometimes he wonders if that’s what they are —- the last breath of a cherubim before it descends into hell . is that what she is too ? what does that make of him ?

❝ hmm ? ❞ disrupting those intrusive thoughts of his , he’s caught off guard by the words that follow , only shifting slightly to offer some sense of acknowledgement . (( death … ? )) it’s an ending to something , he fathoms —– but could never quite grasp the full meaning .

❝ whose —– why …. are you crying , little dove ? ❞ velvety & tender , he sounds gentle as a plum now , coaxing her to come closer & seek shelter . he seems perplexed , thumb reaching for her razor-burned cheeks , puffy & red & damp . ❝ … i’ll get you new friends , don’t cry . ❞

every year this happens , but there’s always suprise & confusion tethered over her glossy hues . cheeks sodden , sniffling softly & hand extends ----- showing him the rotted flower & ushering her king to make a difference . it was nothing but catastrophe , a windering horrible day . everything was so wrong . death was a protruding hollow hell , a quiet melding of long past shadows glistening through the depths of an abyss until there was nothing left but a memory . she didn’t want memories --- she had thousands of them , nestled sweetly between the crevices of her softshelled brain . no she wanted them back all of them ; so love in their earthly fervor , bathe in the sun with them , share tiny secrets and whisper wollows of the word on tiny brittle shoulders . soft pads drag , shifting enough to press saturated cheeks over weathy fabrics .

“ my ------- my plants are deceasing from me ! it- it’s too cold outside . they w-won’t live for me ! “ plump irredesintly donned tiers quiver , nestling barred teeth against the shiver , holding them still . there’s lost inside , so empty it feels ; without her friends .

“ you can’t just buy friends ! especially not these , these were always there for me when you --------- hurt my feelings and made me feel like nothing ! i don’t want NEW FRIENDS . i want MY OLD ONES BACK . ” honey & sweet , words drop from her lips like syrup , staggered breath , pushing her face against his chest . “ i’m so sad michael . i can never keep my friends.... ”

crystaline embers lull softly on grandiose plated windows , an ehcoing of silences bursting the lewed ubiquitous drifts of hallows . the season of sorrow is upon them , all wooden and rooted friends have shriveled & rotted to despair . echoes of whimpers press through dauntless eyes , tiny digits cling close to the plant wounded by silky hips . the sky brisk with feverish stars sprouting among blury horizons , sticking saline liquid over feeble bones donned to alabaster features . a burden of panic seeps ; eyes are for believing and the disposition of the hour was a lucid tone of deadly nightshade ; the horrors of winter . long waves of pure blonde silk strangle behind , chapped and crusted lips quivers and weep , breathing lingering and quaking from collapsed lungs , chaos folding between shifty irieses . faint strums roushe between brittle cages , weary footpads tapping light as a dove , rushing to see the only face that ever made anything better . a moment of silence , looking small & grim as sadness embroiders her , then frantic words lash out loud & needy & distressed “ they’re dying !! michael they’re all dying , why do they keep dying every year i’m going to lose -------- ALL MY FRIENDS !! “

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