( ✞ ) ⎯⎯ @theanguish : look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't.
her words reverberate. blood pools / thick tar resonates in the fractures of silence. when she speaks, he shuts it; voice a polaroid memory's desperate to retain. the edges sharp, the core absence of detail. pallid hues witness the sight & for all his lies ⎯⎯ sacrilege rotten between the teeth ⎯⎯ he can't 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. the scent savoured in the air, stomach swinging by an untethering rope. look at me, john. & it's such a sight; blood on hers, [ BLOOD ON HIS: who did it belong to this time ? diluted in the palms by a cowardly man's sweat. ] ❛ i'm looking. ❜
nothing's fair between love & war: proclamation caught between aching lungs & oppressive throat. never stop moving, never look back; outrun towering shadows which command. heart rattles in punk arrhythmic, hands finding a way closer. stillness haunts, first in a long time. 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒, caught with bared teeth. ❛ consider all bets off, then. perhaps y'er right, maybe i've been a bit of a fool. " hope's a dangerous thing to have, & yet, it remains in the palm of his hand, tightly. ❛ think a lil' blood gonna scare me away ? come off it. you & i are stuck in a right nasty lil' problem, see⎯ ❜ lacerated capillaries outstretch, ❛ bloody mess, we are. ❜