bloodstraught shakiness,
purple aching glances,
shallow a-cup sized breathes
moonlight drifting in and out like a daydream
the stars tiptoe across my room as flickering shadows
the music feels like it's been playing for hours,
hm,
but only to fall onto deaf ears and a crowded conscious
"you taste like filth, darling,"
whispered into my ear on that winter night
it's 1:54 pm,
darling,
and there's nothing more i long for than to sink my claws into your fragile porcelain skin and make your palette
bleed
red.
you're everything of eroded fantasies,
brunt sunshine,
ascending sin,
and i hate you
ihateyouihateyouihateyou
rot in hell like the angel you are
