* @lepracant [SCOLDED] --- 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
there’s a ringing in her ears that comes with his words , heard this particular sermon about a million times now . -------- That tubs near NINETY-DEGREES , ya tryin’ to turn yourself to fuckin’ soup ? CHRIST , as if the stench of ted bundy’s basement couldn’t get any worse , woman ! y’know i’m the one stuck next to ya in the car right ? Ever consider for a MOMENT that one of us still has their sense of smell . . . --------
Gaze is listless as she listens , taking drags from her cig and blowing them out the motel window before rapping on the filter , watching the ash trickle down to the tray below . somewhere in her lungs a fly chokes on the smoke , somewhere in her gut a maggot stirs . THE WATER WON’T CLEAN YOU NOW . used to swallow raid and wait for the abyss , now she takes them both with her morning coffee , her daily meds . from pretty to putrefying Was it cold ? Dry ? Did it taste like cigarettes and vomit ? she just fucking wants to feel warm again . there’s no comfort to be had in all this cold , a never ending blizzard her in bones .
❛ one bath won’t spoil the goods . ❜ whisper cuts like winter . & WHAT DO YOU CARE ? the softer the skin the easier the blade will sink when you come back for your gold , your luck , the life you think lies there . ❛ just wanted to warm up , s’all . ❜ voice softer now , sadder , breeze on a summer night . she still won’t look at him ( looking at him feels like icarus’s fall , like too close too the sun ; the honey dew that once held him now drips from festering feathers ) you too are decomposing , just differently . ❛ got some whiskey ? or is that bad for me too , since you seem to know so many fun-facts about the process of decay . ❜
