mirthful visage has since been abandoned the eve of her rapture. she lives as half herself, half something sinful. the darkness holds itself in her eyes, but there is still something tender that resides beneath decayed flesh. celerity is the way she objects to present circumstances, with her brows knight and her red swollen lips pursed in a fine line. she looks like fire, now. she, belladonna. ❝ i’ll have you know ---- ❞ grotesque complaints, ❝ i have never harmed a single soul. my departure does not make me a villain. you’re the killer. ❞
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