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#un. she is a tragedy within an ancient painting.#cinq. the queue for the undead.

emmacarstairs

It’s lovely to see you. And under far better circumstances.

#un. she is a tragedy within an ancient painting.#cinq. the queue for the undead.

&. like this if you're up for some plotting ?? :~)

#deux. plotting call.#ill give u pain & feels & cute things so :~)#i just want plots for dav bc yes ??

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CONFUSION is carved into smooth MARBLE . labyrinth was a sight EASIER to comprehend , a maze sprung from the devil’s CRUELTY and GREEDY thirst for a taste from an ANGEL’S panic. like all pure souls who have felt the brunt of the devil’s cane , she feels FEAR scratch past the TENDER flesh in her throat . school was a CONCEPT she understood once . AGES before the HARVEST had consumed the life she knew ; like a VAMPIRE who consumes the life from the living. she’s SCARED , wearing the facade of a DEER with FEAR bleeding in doe eyes. air fills her lungs , the CALM of a storm washing over her . davina goes up to the first person she sees , a boy with KIND eyes . ❛ sorry do you know where i’ll find someone called greenberg ? ❜

#deux. short writings.#trois. an empire crumbles.#omg this sucks so much ??? and i apologize bc ????? it just sucks ???

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there’s a TRAGEDY lined within FULL lips . she is a mess of TANGLED despair & suffering , trapped in lines of poetry written for dead QUEENS . the gentle RHYTHM of her heart beat sings to the tune for the UNDEAD . but it becomes SOOTHED as she stares at him & soon she becomes UTTERLY calm in his presence . tragedy FALLS from those heavenly pair , MADNESS receding into its shell like a TREMBLING prey. their departure leaves behind hope & with it comes a hurricane filled with POSSIBILITIES. her lips rise , & a smile becomes etched on her DELICATE features. ❛ i’m sorry. i’m still trying to get used to ... all this. ❜

#deux. short writings.#trois. war feeds itself.#kolhearted #HERE U GO CUTIE :~)#idk wha t this is im a mess

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sunlight is TRAPPED within gold strands & the warmth that EMITS from the ethereal beauty leaves her smiling ear to ear with CHEEKS dusted with the fallen petals of roses . there’s a comfort encased in her presence , one that FLOURISHES with memories of a princess going to RESCUE a witch who lingers with the scent of DEATH . time has become an ENEMY of her’s , STEALING minutes & seconds worth of USE to leave both parties grow more steadily apart . she SPEAKS , content becoming tangled in her CHOSEN words drenched with SUGAR and honey. ❛ haven’t seen you in a while. ❜

#deux. short writings.#trois. war feeds itself.#vikingbeauty #sCreams bc i luv bex

hush-syrup

O my enemy. Do I terrify?

From Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath (via deathcmen)

#cinq. the queue for the undead.#un. melody of the unholy.

when i want 2 remake my theme after i just spent ninety years making this one :))) that’s super nice™

#cinq. out of magic.#fUck my life

she is the REMAINS of broken HEARTS & proof of SURVIVAL’s solidarity. the painter makes STROKES of concentration within his canvas of steel hues , using his tools to let her emotions SEEP through silver irises. there’s a moment tainted with HESITATION & fear , and she hates the WICKED virus of paranoia that has LATCHED onto her skin. months have PASSED as quietly as THIEVES preforming HEISTS with INVALUABLE works of ART. yet even you can hear MEMORIES screaming with murder on their tongue & bludgeoned fists beating against iron doors to the rhythm of DRUMS. & she still feels the ghost of FEAR licking up her spine as her fingers move to preform a spell. & as the flower begins to grow, she STOPS suddenly. ❛ it’s not what it looks like. ❜

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#deux. short writings.#trois. an empire crumbles.#shewailed #IDK WHA T THIS IS

bostonpoetryslam

Again the gods put their large hands in me, move me, break my heart like a clay jar of wine, loosen a beast from some darklong depth— my melancholy is hoofed.

Natalie Diaz, “Grief Work,” featured on Poets.org (via bostonpoetryslam)

#un. the musings of a heart.#cinq. the queue for the undead.

the cool glass meets SLIM digits , clasping around the amber cylinder. the LIQUID swished through the bottle , long fingers SEDUCING , TEMPTING & caressing her to take a DRINK from the devil’s own concoction of sin and horrors. she can smell the strong scent of WRETCHED vices of hooded villains. she takes a DRINK ; aged liquid bathing her THROAT & heat licks up TENDER skin. she puts the drink down within SECONDS to spare , utter disgust being carved into PORCELAIN flesh. ❛ this is GROSS , why would anyone drink this ? ❜

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#deux. short writings.#trois. golden cities.#hey ! tysm for liking my starter call ! (':

raw AGITATION clawed at tender flesh , dragging sharpened nails across tanned skin until SCARLET meets the surface. the book in front of her sat open , INKED letters rising from the ivory vellum , taunting her with devilish grins burned into their immaculate skin. she rose her head , strands of hair ESCAPING from her pony tail. davina took a breath , FRESH air filling her lungs rattling the home where only her torn SPIRIT lurks. ❛ DIANA i’m pretty sure this spell is impossible to do. ❜

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#deux. short writings.#trois. war feeds itself.#becamedark #here u go cutie ! :')