youâre lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you
youâre hold up in an abandoned church, outside thereâs a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.
youâre in your boyfriendâs pickup. heâs asleep in the passenger seat, youâre driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium
youâre on a rooftop somewhere, thereâs 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. youâre feeling peaceful for the first time all week
youâre lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandmaâs old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you
itâs four pm in the afternoon and youâve got your head in the lap of the only boy youâve ever loved & youâre reading jane eyre & heâs sipping on tea & itâs the kind of weather where itâs just warm enough for you to pretend itâs summer & itâs drizzling & youâre listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes
youâre curled up in bed as it pours outside, thereâs a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark
youâre making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like youâve swallowed the sun
youâre standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all thatâs left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but youâre feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how youâve always wanted to watch the world burn
you wander into wonderland and now youâre suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently thereâs a prophecy waiting to be fulfilledÂ
itâs mid morning but itâs dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but itâs actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it
youâre sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & youâre feeling younger than youâve ever been
youâre summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night
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