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MUSE PLAYLIST .
O1 . LAST TRAIN'S COME AND GONE, cindy lee . feel the shiver of regret , / cross your fingers , and forget / that the last train’s come and gone . / can you hear me ? / set me free . / why mistreat me and deceive me ? / i don’t hate you anymore . / take this child , not your misery / can you hear me ? / set me free .
O2 . I GO TO SLEEP , anika . i go to sleep , sleep / and imagine that you’re there with me / i look around me / and feel you are ever so close to me . / each tear that flows from my eye / brings back memories of you to me . / i go to sleep , / sleep .
O3 . LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR, mitski all of this turbulence wasn’t forecasted / apologies from the intercom . / and i am relieved that i left my room tidy , / they’ll think of me kindly / when they come for my things . / they’ll never know how i stared at the dark in that room / with no thoughts / like a blood sniffing shark . / and while my dreams made music in the night / carefully , / i was going to live .
O4 . SAFE IN THE WOMB , angel olsen i was safe when i was in the womb / i was warm when i was wrestling to get out . / out of the flesh . / and the sound of the world filled easily . / and the eyes above watched eagerly . / in the hope of a nave , / in the hopes of a change / it was all bright , clear / it was all bright , clear .
O5 . EASY TO BE AROUND, diane cluck you are easy to be around / i like to walk beside you / you’re so easy to be around / it’s like i’m not even walking beside you / we are rolling along the ground / white shadow made of mercury / we were two til we melted down / now you’re easy to be around .
TAGGED › @LASTSON, @ENSAVAGED ♡ TAGGING › @bravetoo, @screwcool, you .
— the mother figure in maternal horror films defies the expectations around her role: she is either unable to protect the child’s safety or on the verge of destroying what she has brought to life.
Mostly to yourself.
im also going by “rhys” now it’s not deep tho so you can still call me sio if you want
GRAY .
decaying , hollowed , death. where the was rot, there was you. fiendish hell beast; taker of lives and taker of souls. how you lived and breathed destruction. how you lived and breathed mayhem, corruption and greed. but this was not greed, was it? girl turned hunter aligned with nature’s inherent structure of natural selection. KILL OR BE KILLED. devour or become devoured. perhaps there lay something darker in the depths of young eyes. stalking from the brush, hollow dark pits bore into the way sanguine drips down pale complexion. observing decaying rot at her side. it’s inviting. horrific. feet away, sat hare; a quick snatch and contact is made. it’s with ease you dangle living creature before her, it’s feet kicking for release. behind dark eyes, lay nothing. void. sadistic pleasure shapes pout to cruel grin.
“ dare i say, you missed one. ” rabbit struggles despite your grasp. tilting of head beckons, urges. “ take it. ”
weakened bleating sounds from a guttural place deep within the rabbit’s chest . a fierce and desperate spine twisting sprays bloodshed below them onto a colorless and apathetic sheet of snow . its mouth remains open , a spume dripping from the corners in a florid , bubbling foam .
in seclusion among the trees the agrestal creature returns to expire . but this one was dragged here , hung by its scruff on a lungful of breath , still kicking . jane lances back , her eyes mirroring the hares broken terror . “ put - put it down . ”
THE BLOOD OF ANIMAL under the pale undersides of a child’s palms drips hot veins down the length of her arms , limbs trembling with the deficit of malnourished effort . the animal , still warm , foot - flinching fauna comatose between a grip inflamed by the ache of a desperate and longing hunger . a hoard of carcasses in stacks of tiny bones stripped clean of their calcine flesh gives to the nature of decay under a fresh blanket of snow . the girl grits her teeth , her fingers slow moving , her fist snapping closed around the creature’s tiny windpipe and tries not to hear the mewling of a final dying hiccup . a brutish game of survival that the prey is bred to lose . the fire rears , the eyes go cold . DAY TWENTY - SEVEN . / open .
“How many nights have I lain here like this, feverish with plans, with fears, with the last sentence someone spoke, still trying to finish a conversation already over?”
— Kim Addonizio, from ‘Numbers’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
the rifleman meme. edit prompts as needed.
“ hate? isn’t that a strong word to use just because you don’t agree with someone? ”
“ i guess it gets to be a little lonely, worrisome. ”
“ don’t disobey me, too. ”
“ did i miss you? well, let me put it this way. i love you more than anything else in the world. ”
“ the place for you is in bed. ”
“ can feel the heat pouring right through you. ”
“ hard things happen to people all the time. we never really know why. ”
“ it’s way past your bedtime. ”
“ we’re going home. ”
“ the older you get, the more questions there are without answers. ”
“ you see, sometimes it’s easier to give advice than to take it. ”
“ why so glum? ”
“ such a wicked thing, to hate. ”
“ it shouldn’t be that way. ”
“ come on, slowpoke. ”
“ a man doesn’t run from a fight. but that doesn’t mean you should go running to one, either. ”
“ well, it just seems to me that dish washing is always getting in the way of eating. ”
“ everything you learn comes in handy some day. one way or another. ”
“ never mind. just do as i say. ”
“ come on, i’ll race you. ”
“ name calling’s a handy thing for some. they smack a label on somebody or something and that’s it as far as they’re concerned. it’s kind of a special way of hating because they don’t take the trouble to understand. ”
“ no hard feelings? ”
“ hush. ”
“ every book has a soul. ”
“ the time a town or even a country is really lost is when the people who live in it get careless and stop paying attention to how it’s being run. ”
“ i’ll try to remember that. ”
“ a man who wears a badge has a heavy responsibility. ”
“ just remember: sit easy and think straight. ”
“ now wait a minute. don’t you ever think that way. ”
“ you got a nasty tongue. keep it in your head and keep it quiet. ”