Nov 3, 2020
❛❛ try not to push yourself too much. ❜❜ her honey tongue left to rot; saccharine words only tastes like bile & it burns all the same. she’s unpractised in amity, unsettled with companionship. it feels too gentle cradled in hands that we’re made to bruise & ruin. her porcelain has cracked: now see her iron bones raw & exposed & waiting to rust.
she clears her throat & tests another attempt at care on her tongue, prays that it settles with some ease. ❛❛ the world isn’t going to end again if you rest. ❜❜ a digit outstretched to push her can of food into another’s peripherals, palm lifting to curl into her shoulder. a warning, a plea. ❛❛ i don’t mind first watch. ❜❜ @choehu
