@FURTERS SAID : I’VE A DEVIL OF A HABIT FOR BEING RIGHT DEATHLESS SENTENCE STARTERS : ACCEPTING
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 crystalline shrapnel graced with a divine edge / fractals of color consuming every fractured corner . ( there is a certain decay about it , 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 ) if gaze does not deceive ---- then he beholds the striking rouge , it’s sharpness piercing him like a knife , drawing the color from his veins to create such richness & purity . there is darkness / and there is light , and somehow they are both radiant . deception is drawn taught in his mind , fingertips curling , forcing himself to shy away from the thought of manipulation . ( settle / settle / settle . let the warmth breathe into his lungs through parted lips ---- 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 & 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ? ) unmade by your own doing , a travesty alight in your marrow , sorrow a thick & trembling animal / sickly & waiting to strike the bared rawness of his throat . SO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO DESERVE AN ACHE LIKE THIS ?
halo’d eyes lift with no further consciousness of animosity , banished & instead replaced with the deep furrow of curiosity as they try to fathom the contrasted hues placed before him . ( reds & blacks / porcelain skin / a finely detailed delicacy made to strike like a viper ) lips form a thin line , holding still the elixir that sloshes drowsily in his glass . 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 , 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 , 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚 ---- to drown until you grow dizzy , to let temptation make you sick . ( and yet if you know anything of it , you refuse to let it creep into your mind . like thorns pricking skin / the blood wells up in dots of crimson . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 & 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 . you watch these things you refuse to let yourself know and you think : will they still call me saint if i taint all that i am ? )
❛ you don’t say . ❜ his subtlety is unbeknownst . tone solemn / like a tongue dripping honey . brows knit together , and he slowly allows his form to hunch over ---- elbow dug into the table , glass tipped lazily to the side . he studies the liquid in the light / 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 , like a memory swallowed whole to keep it from tearing your throat apart . ❛ so you’re telling me you knew a fight would break out ? i don’t know how impressed i can be with that ---- given all the alcohol in the room . but if you have some other drop of wisdom , i would be grateful to receive it . ❜






