#phiaa writes

[lostcap]

Dearest -

Do not tame your flame for those

who would see us witches burn.

Ignite, feral one.

And devour.

Deeply. Dearly. Devotedly - commission for Amanda | p.d vulpe

[lostcap]

“The cost of tasting the softness from your mouth has never felt so holy, never felt like such a sacrifice - My confession is this; I have built a ruined cathedral in you. Forgive me lover for I have sinned.”

- the ruins of Jericho | commission for | p.d vulpe

[lostcap]

The way the ocean devours the sun,

the hollow grief of a desire met,

reverence in a rib cage cracked wide -

wild and open and endless

The gods must have etched a shipwreck onto my bones

a poet, lost to the sea | p.d vulpe

[lostcap]

And when you died everything but my soul perished with you - and how lonely it was to be the only living thing haunting the dead.

love letters from graveyards - commission for @jamesnbarnes | p.d vulpe

[lostcap]

You walk the line between control and surrender as though it were a tightrope, as if you had been bred for the circus.

Venomous in your balance of righteousness -

Do you even know who you are if you are not a sacrifice? You were not born a weapon, darling. It is only what you let yourself become.

- Lack of Self (Worth) A Portrait of Steve Rogers - commission @hidefromeveryone for | p.d vulpe

[lostcap]

You, the daughter of emphasis,

sang lullabies to the same stars who once whispered your fire into creation -

You, the chaos bringer,

with a wiry rasp to your voice

so in love with the knives in your throat

that you never stoped to bandage your tongue -

You, the caged wild one,

you were always more than a synonym for tragedy, the stars knew your name first.

You, Juliet | commission for @thenwewilldance nce - p.d Vulpe

[lostcap]

“We are beggers, caught in opposing frontlines of this Cold War -

from your body to mine

the distance is vicious and lovely and so very lonely

neither of us will come home alive - after all, wild does not always mean free

Too weary for peace treaties | commission for Anna | p.d vulpe

[lostcap]

“Even now, when I say I love you -

I know there is some terrible piece of me with roots buried so deep within the cemetery of my soul that could never believe them.

I try to hold them captive, yet still the words fall past the prison of my tongue and teeth and escape, falling from the edges of my lips as if they were jumping from the greatest height -

I am capable of such deadly things, the truth has never been one.”

Mirror mirror on the wall - commission for @hidefromeveryone | p.d vulpe