*BLESS YOUR HEART!

indie marguerite baker

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she’s here

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🐝 CECIL.

He wasn’t even TIRED anymore, only itching for freedom. Feeling his stomach KNOT and turn with a hunger he was unfamiliar with. MIND SPIRALING, hallucinating, seeing and hearing things he was unsure of. — Head cranes towards the sound of another, eager to see someone he knew was REAL. 

“ I want to go upstairs… ” a REQUEST, not a demand, as he knew now what happened when he acted like a brat. Coming up with assumptions, during his time out, as to what may happen should he continue to push his luck.

                      HANDS PRESS  at the hem of her skirt & her spine twists with the pangs of decay.  her body died before the  infection  took the rest, an old smoker's cough a'wheezing in her blackened lungs.  THEY GROW UP SO FAST  she thinks while admiring the vomit dribbling down his chin.  a pathetic little sapling that's finally taken to the light.

                      ❛   THAT DEPENDS . . .   ❜   her words are summer nights, thick as cornstarch & heavied by swarms of peckish things.  

                      ❛   YA WILLIN' TO  PLAY NICE  THIS TIME AROUND?   ❜

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🐝  @allwaltend​

                      HER HOME IN SHAMBLES,  umbrella agents gnashed through familial memories like greedy  termites.  marguerite watched her greenhouse suffocate by chemicals, pesticide forcing her poor babies to shrivel with their underbellies exposed.  she wanders  aimlessly,  now  ——  twigs scraping against her bare feet & botflies nestling beneath her nails. hideously elongated digits send ripples through swampy waters until she's startled by a shrill noise.  little evie's influence has  DIED,  but a murderous instinct whispered  kill, kill, kill!

                      she's hard to spot when she's pressed to the ground, crooked spider-limbs clawing through the mud.  FLESH SPREADS THIN  about her teeth as they form a snarl, guttural mandibles warning the intruder to   ❛   GET THE HELL OUT!   ❜

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                WHEN  I  CALLED  HER  EVIL,    SHE  JUST  LAUGHED.   

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🐝  @bloodthrrsty

                      TWO DAYS STRONG,  he took to the gift like maggots to rot  ——  desperate, ravenous,  cold.  marguerite administered the turning from the start, her caring hand forcing the tongue down with a spoon.  FIRST THE FEEDING,  then comes fermentation.  so she let him  simmer  restrained, the air as dark as their disease. 

                      she introduces herself by the click of her heels upon the stone of their makeshift morgue.  their family grows larger in those tainted basement halls, & the molded  ch-ch-churn  with anxiety as their mother coos lovingly.   ❛   & HOW'S MY  DARLING  BOY DOIN’ TODAY?   ❜

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here's a fresh starter call!!

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*   MUSE’S   WORST   TRAITS.

aggressive   /  callous  /  cannibal  /  careless  /  compulsive  /  cowardly  /  domineering   /  envious  /  greedy  /   hypocritical   /  impatient   /   impolite  /   incompetent   /   kidnapper   /   lazy   /  liar   /   materialistic  /  murderer   /   obsessive   /  overcritical   /  overemotional   /   patronizing   /  sarcastic  /  self - indulgent  /  serial  killer   /   torturer   /  touchy  /   traitorous  /  unclean  /  unpredictable  /   untidy  /   vain   /  vengeful

TAGGED BY :   @singlasses  ❤ ❤ ❤ TAGGING :   you!!

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The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016) Directed by André Øvredal

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          THE DARLINGS OF DULVEY!!  —— lucas, zoe, & eveline baker.

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tonight on  sewer gators  . . . another  WORTHLESS FUCKING SHITHOLE!!

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          26 OCTOBER 19?? —— marguerite charlotte cormier giddily takes the name of  MRS. BAKER,  swearing devotion to her love.  lanterns & fairy lights tangled about the cypress trees during an afternoon reception, though the fall offered no mercy from the sweltering heat.  she remembers the sweat around jack's neck as he swallowed a humble  I DO,  the honey-drizzled cake passed from mother to mother, the mosquito bites that speckled her calves for weeks to come  . . .  even now, choking on botflies & knee-deep in blood, she cherishes the ceremony dearly.  not a thing would change.

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three . . . four . . . better  LOCK YOUR DOOR!!

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