“do it. i dare you.” / @infate, meme.
HEART RULES OVER HEAD: whims & impulse hold the reigns, emotion blinding from any reason. jealousy is an ugly, dark thing ––– working its way painfully through marrow, through every ventricle & vent till he’s breathing rage. bitterness burns like acid at the back of pearl - dusted throat, the knife pulled from boot warm in his white grip. THE TUNE PULSE BEATS TO. blade threatens to dig into flesh, itching to carve into the spot just beneath where sternum ends, fingers gripping graverobber’s chin painfully. the sight of blood is always unpleasant ( TURNING STOMACH ), but the relief of another lover dead & buried ––– another betrayal served vengeance ––– is too sweet. he is both the killer & the victim: the one you mourn / the one you scorn, a turned cheek that begs for all eyes on him no matter the method. I DARE YOU. intimacy bleeds between them, the closeness of chest to chest, cherry lips left agape just before graverobber’s own stained mouth; every breath shared & every fidget felt. ❛❛ and what makes you think, ❜❜ A TWIST OF THE KNIFE, EYES DEVOURING, ❛❛ that you deserve such a mercy? ❜❜ a frown, the dagger sinking into flesh ever so slightly ––– carelessly. grip on jaw to a caress against cheek. ❛❛ . . . you hurt me, baby. ❜❜


















