THE KILLING MOON

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her words stung around in the air, stabbing me with every letter


                    i wish that i didn't care so much,


                    that her voice didn't leave


                             scorch red marks, covering my entire naked body


but it did, and i was left


            completely, and utterly, 


                                  alone.


in a choking atmosphere, with worms for brains, and maggots for teeth







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[DANGER!]

reading this may ensue in some bloodcurdling thoughts





[authors note]

hey guys!!!

so this is totally on a whim, but i decided to just do it!

creds and dedication to @sarariddle- for literally everything! for the super sick cover, for helpful insight on everything, and for just being the best. GO FOLLOW HER IF YOU DON'T (i adore her!!)

also, creds to sara because i am kind of using her idea (with her permission of course) of using song lyrics in poems!! i thought it was a super cool idea :)


warnings: language, mental illness, death, religious trauma, homophobia, trauma, toxicity, insomnia, and mentions of disordered eating


ahhh!! thank you to literally everyone who reads my books, you guys are the ABSOLUTE BEST AND I LOVE YOU SO <3





[and so it begins.]

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