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Whispering Pages, Aleksandr Sokurov (1994)

#the bora aesthetic #BLACKLUNG / BITTER CRITTER: ae.#I AM DOUR / I AM SULLEN / I AM INFINITE: m.

DAWNBITTEN. ( dawn / revered. )

` i i i bora . i ’ the swallows cry and so does he , trembling / timid palms a basin of lurid pathos to pale , pale , cheek woe , wept , with dichotomy , yes , but not with divinity ; there are no holies here , only he , unhallowed / unloved / unwed and told to bow . ( the stars scream with slaughtered song ; scream : crucify . ) ` 你要原谅我 . 你要 — ah . ah – 请原谅我 . lovelovelove wait . don’ go . ’

a bleeding pacifist & a creature juxtaposed in glue / born to consume --- failure created in soft - silk . created in plush . ( bora , reborn , retaught to think and to love and to suffer by the highest --- stares . gods remain silent . his eyes --- placid , stare . he thinks . begs for an answer . ) ( his hands , arms , both shaky , both pale and gaunt and scarred , wrap around dawn’s chest / waist / neck / anywhere . ) “ i’m not ------ leaving . i said that . 我爱你 --- ... listen . ”

#dawnbitten #m'daddy dawn ... i love him #anyways hes making bora feel ...#Anxious

DRAHTT. ( ??? / unknown )

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you’re staring & it’s invasive; your eyes like haunting optics of distant charcoal with milked brown stirred within the pools. yet, you do not look away. your gaze has been stolen, no, seized and you daren’t look aside nor turn away. you wonder if he notices, wonder if he can feel the prickle of heat that comes with one’s gaze or if he remains oblivious. swiftly, you prod the case aside from the back of your phone and angle the camera’s lens towards his shoulder. “ smile, perhaps? ” you whisper to none but yourself, snapping a secret image of the stranger before you graze your thumb across the still image.

--------- SOLITARY / RECLUSIVE , maggot in the back . maggot behind each head , each pair of burdened arms , each beating ( or not ! ) heart . each broken tooth . there’s no poetry in this vacant solitude / no poetry in his barren seclusion , in the way humanity forgets the dead . ( there’s poetry in boy - lover’s tranquil hushed reticence , in throatache , in breathless lungs . ) eyes flicker . dismay . anxiety . animal instinct . he stares , pierces through stranger’s frame , gaze unfaltering , unflinching . ghoulish palor shines , skin - white , white , white like paper , alabaster over bone , alabaster over dry thews . bora squints , fingers --- long / haggard , brush over his chin . quiet . quiet .

#drahtt #there he go

MAGIKHOUL. ( minnie / sisterly . )

@inbonen / bora !

what we have here would be a rare moment where minori showcases that she has something akin to a heart ; at least , where bora is concerned . minnie never fails to show him preferential treatment && will do just about whatever to defend him – from maiming to killing . it’s a wonder at all , minnie thinks , that bora’s a ghoul at all – too soft. too kind. too gentle for something so hideous. it’s a reason she’s alright with coming up behind him and settling in, wrapping strong arms around his torso , cheek nuzzling his back .

lacerations worn & torn / reopened gaping wounds , mouth : a half - broken temple , a creased lollipop wrapper . twitches . bora , never entirely enough : too soft , too fragile , too placid , too much of a moth , too much of a snake eating its own tail , too much of nothing cradled in the dawn’s bitter longing of dusk’s yearning unlit aura . reaction takes eons . a flinch , tiny , a tad of gritted teeth , gash of forgotten years , halcyon youth stolen and torn . ( there’s love in his heart ! so much love , so much , so much it flows and chokes him , so much it makes his lungs collapse in the midnight moon’s hum . there are things that should stay dead / there are things that shouldn’t . ) “ ah , hi --- are you ... tired ? ”

#magikhoul #here they are ... m'kids

--------- BRAMBLE CROWN , blood oozing in puddles . in lakelets . futile . in rivers . flows . redundant . undead scorned , and listless , and juvenile--- wet over red stomach , sticky fabric glued / a skintight sensation , itching + tingling , tepid compress to gelid skin . “ tried t’ hurt me--------- ” baby boy with lip chewed bloody , chewed ‘til chalk - white tooth greets , greets in a sharp grin . “ i killed him instead ! ” @dawnbitten

#dawnbitten #me too #anyways

` ah – ah – ah ’ oh , behold! spill with bliss of nymphesque anodyne , teary overflow weeping sunless prayer to white , white , claw in whiter hand . there is no god , but sometimes ` 我? 爱? 我爱我爱我爱我真爱 – bora . ah . 请等等我 . bora ’ sometimes he can hope .

--------- “ why . 为什么 . why wait ? ” throat tightens , a tormented bystander . lips , cyanosed + livid , cold --- dead --- mush over dawn’s cheek ( saline / pungent : the tears ? the fear of dereliction ? ) “ ............ ah . i’m not going ------anywhere , dawn . are you ? ”

#dawnbitten #im gay #leave dawn olone ... m'dad #whys dawn Ahing so often?#is someone secretly giving him the succ?