Jun 20, 2019
there’s a turtle , curled in the corner of their mind , being crushed under the weight of inflicted splendor. in the blinks of gemstone eyes , morse code pleads for help crying out wicked truths. their fingers wrapped tightly around the wrapper , nature doesn’t care. ❝ can you understand these instructions? ❞ oh , how it wishes to devour them. ivy will lace through bones &. rivers will run where their blood once swam. ❝ i dont want to cause another fire ❞ find solace &. saints under ink skies &. opium haze.
( ❤ / @eclipsenari )