@relapsent / calamity.
‘ THE LARYNX ’ FINDS COMFORT IN TIGHTLY-WOUND BANJO strings, letting each finger wander lazily over each fret and pull at the metal ABSENTLY. it isn’t that he doesn’t harbour excitement for the show -- it’s that he’s TOO ready, a ball of tension rattling around his insides, ricocheting off of his ribs with some kind of malice. eyeless sockets watch the vision in yellow dance and pick up his things from where they’ve been HAPHAZARDLY tossed aside / o’, what a scene he’d CREATE if it were anyone else! mouth pulled into that wonky smile, missing front teeth exposed, he waves a finger to COMMAND her attention. ❛ chickdee, slo’ dahn -- y’ donnwan’ muds ‘earin’ ya from ‘cross th’ ‘all, or ‘e’ll TWAT the bof of uth. ❜
