alone and baptized in moonlight —- she is something reverential , tenebrous , like some seraph that stands tall and out of fear or awe ( when did dichotomy shift into a foggy haze ? ) he prays to her divinity . everyone is mostly asleep , save for the guards on their shifts and the figure stood away from him . brows pinched , traces of a scowl ; would tell her how beautiful she looked lost in thought a lifetime ago before addiction and self hatred buried it six feet under in an empty casket . irises find interest in his soles and lungs expand to welcome new breath , steady . ❝ figured i might find you out here . ❞ adam’s apple present where he swallows down ... pride ? pain ? surely he’s been ingesting enough of it to choke and gasp and that’s just it : he’s tired and filled to the brim with enough ghosts to haunt . figures perhaps a spill is inevitable . ❝ can we um —- ❞ another gulp . ❝ can we talk ? beks please ... ❞ tongue running across lips to chase the lapsed taste of her name in his mouth , heart stuttering . ❝ i just wanna talk . ❞ @snappedsmiles