𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃 , 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓 like sin , like decay / filling his lungs , a bitter aftertaste on the tip of his tongue . ( A RUINATION , A CRUMBLING PILLAR , ANCIENT MARBLE STAINED BY THE BLOOD OF MORTAL MEN ) all gone , all little more than dust ---- than ash scattered by winds haunted by radiation & fallout . * 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 - 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 & 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 . even god turns to a pillar of salt upon this scorched earth , all his angles with cracked halos & bloodied wings / feet raw from wandering , searching for divinity stolen . hidden in mouths / that glowing light , stashed behind the molars of demons that seek to feel the burning grace of heaven one last time . ( now you’ll see what it’s like to be me / divine violence , a bright darkness , something like the jagged edge of shattered glass ---- broken long ago ) 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢 - 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧 , 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 ? eyes wander lazily across michael , drowning out the noise outside ; their souls fester & decay , they are unholy screams , begging for forgiveness that falls on deafened ears . his fingertips trace slowly against his side , hitching up the edge of his shirt , seeking the warmth of his skin / face ducking to press against his abdomen , inhaling softly . ❝ you’re distracted , don’t tell me you’re worried about this outpost . ❞ lips skim over cloth , a kiss left lingering , nose tucked against his warmth . a flash of his eyes / the ghost of fires that have burned for thousands of years . free hand grabs his other hip idly , tugging michael down towards his lap . ❝ pay attention to me for awhile . ❞ // @vilemade