#degradvtion

[withxutfire-blog]

degradvtion ; 

❝---I’m afraid I don’t quite understand. Why would you need to investigate into MY family? My parents have been dead for well over five years && my younger brother doesn’t take part in much social activity.❞

[amissxm]

degradvtion

He was apologizing and he didn’t know why. He was apologizing, his hands were shaking, and there was something in his mouth, something that felt sharp, as if he swallowed broken glass and it was inching its way up and up his throat, tearing the skin along the way.

He lifted trembling fingers to his head and with a quick forward motion, he slumped forward, cradling his head in his hands.

“Sorry,” he said, and tears slipped from his eyes, burning his skin, searing his soul.

It was going to be her birthday soon, and the time around her birthday, he always felt terrible, like he was going through the loss all over again.

He wasn’t a psychiatrist, he wasn’t a doctor, he didn’t know any fancy terms for this, but all he knew was, he still wasn’t alright, he was royally fucked up, he was a widower and a man who lost his child and he was apologizing to Colton through shaking teeth.

[amissxm]

brimstone hearts;

degradvtion It's the way they're both so b r o k e n, that they're surprised they don't cut one another when they kiss, when they taste, when they lap at skin like open wounds, like fresh blood.

It’s the way they know when to keep their words to themselves, for words weigh far too much right now, and the world has already crashed to pieces around their ears, and they’re tired of the noise it makes. 

It isn’t gentle like the tide, it isn’t the smell of rain, it’s broken stone and brimstone and they feel like the sidewalk in that nursery rhyme.

Don’t step on a crack...or you’ll break...back...

They’re shattered and sometimes, they hold one another so tightly and say nothing because, perhaps they’re both crying, so silently, in that way they know how to do that doesn’t attract anyone’s attention.

One of them has degraded to the point where they feel like human wreckage, where there’s a broken glass bottle in their lungs and as they wheeze, the mantle of the ship that was lodged in that bottle hits their trachea and they choke and gasp on the nightmare of a mission that makes the roiling waves of obsidian against their esophagus clench and BLEED. Under an X-Ray, they’re fine, but they know better.

One of them has lost their sight because, everywhere they look, all they understand is the horrors of the world. They see the city for what it is and they look in the mirror, only to see someone who’s so weary, so fatigued by the maelstrom of life that they considered an end, that cross-roads where there would be no return. They dumped out amber liquid down down down the drain and never went back, but they know the taste of nicotine as well as they know Colton’s mouth.

They sip into oblivion as their hands glide down one another’s throats, collar-bones, chest-cavities, and in the depth of knowledge that only comes when warmth spools around their limbs, like released string, like zephyr that steals kites, they understand what it means to be alive, what it is to be stardust, infinite, BRIEF.

And for the moment, they don’t care about the mutual destruction that’s inside the concave of bone and muscle.

[devinctxs-blog]

degradvtion ;

     ❝ Hey ----You okay? You don’t look too good . . . ❞