MourningKitten

brat with a blade, kissed by night. lip gloss venom and butterfly clips, i slay boys and demons alike. not evil, just expensive — gothic fairytales & pink lies. i broke your heart but kept the receipt. soft hands, sharp heart. bloodlust in lace. rotting, but make it hot.

[moonlitaphrodite]

Title - “moonmilk”

i stitched stars into my sleeves,

so i could wear the night to bed—

but the moon kept whispering

all the things i never said.

tea went cold in porcelain dreams,

books fell asleep with a sigh,

and i—half ghost, half girl—

watched my shadow learn to cry.

i keep love in glass jars,

labelled with dates i forget,

and water dead flowers

just to feel soft regret.

if you see me in a memory,

let it rain, but not too loud—

i only dance when no one’s watching,

and the sky is wrapped in cloud.

[moonlitaphrodite]

somewhere between takeoff and escape. the sky doesn’t judge — it just lets me leave. kissed by clouds, carried by silence. i left my name on the ground and flew into a version of me no one knows yet.

[moonlitaphrodite]

kiss me in my coffin. ride or die? no — rot or die. skeleton hearts & spiderweb vows. if you die, i’m haunting hell with you.