-- introversiion.
SHE CONVICTS HIM BEFORE HE CAN DEFEND HIS WORTH, unholy burdens etched into his back by sacramental prophecy alone (sacrificial blood will pour through you before you know it, hollow child, the dead only weep within you, and within them: your personal purgatory), because not even the quiet can escape GOD’S GRACIOUS WILL, his seven plagues of chasm and death (she has felt three of them, you see). they howl wretched gospel and you cremate the body with a shallow stare that that haunted earthen death -- you bring him your pails of bones, he brings you the company of silence.
“ -- It’s not safe here. ”















