“ do you think we’re gonna survive this? ” from mitsu! this definitely isn’t nine, nOPE——
DO YOU THINK WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE THIS? ( she asks, feared brim & hope in green eyes ) you want to say, no. no, no, i don't think we will. i fear this is the end.
it doesn't come past the skin of your teeth, swallowed on tastebuds & brought into the pit of your empty ribs: a cavity for the dead, to find ( to house themselves where bones are structures of walls ) & gold, flaked across billows of staircases: like foil, like paint - where demons lurk, begging & taunting. tongue licked to their lips at the sight of them.
❛ yes. ❜ is it a lie, you wonder? that you tell her in a soft tone. marshy bones, plagued with exhaustion of being ocean called: you were never made for this [ . . . ] cobalt eyes search, count into hundreds in mere seconds. ❛ we will. ❜
Q: what ghost haunts you? A: the one of failure.
❛ i won't let anything happen to you, kanroji - san. ❜ purple skin gifts fatigue, hidden in the sockets of your eyes: fingers, hesitantly ( why do you let yourself pretend to be brave? ) with weighs attached, they bring the mask akin to foxes to sit across your face. ❛ i promise. stay behind me, please. ❜ if only promises were good enough.
it wasn't for tsutako. for sabito. it won't be enough for her.