“ shh. i said, shh. ” words devour dark, and ‘ smile ’ sears into collarbones [ not quite human anymore, not at this hour ] with greed. sister: a gleaming strand of ivory, elaine, sweetheart, come back to me. it is a reminder, the last brutal stab. then it just continues. probing. ugh. “ you think too much, y’know that? ” // @crespur












