what a wonder you are.
.
.
.
( don't you wonder at all? )
HEAD EMPTY, FULL OF THISTLES THORN AND WASPS POISON, YOUR TEETH WILL FALL OUT WHEN YOU SLEEP AND YOU'LL LAUGH YOURSELF AWAKE, DARLING.
(Close you eyes and count to eleven, pray you'll make it past six or seven.)
the dark will hold you so closely, more than the light ever will; and it's calm and soothing wherein the light bites.
( .. dream a dream so big and grand so it may never turn to sand
and slip between your bloodstained hand. )
BOY-wonder they'd call her―
―GIRLIE-GIRL the whispered to him.
(rabbit-skin, they'd call them. the sick between broken fingernails and too sharp grins.)
What an honor for you to fight.
What a shame you had to.
YOU ARE READING
cigarette smoke.
RandomGOD GIRL || drowning in the abyss that is you. POETRY, 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚!
