when you leave the demons to fend for themselves, they survive off of the wild.
he takes in the surrounding in horror. as he watches the blood drops trail on the floor off the knife.
she grabs his jaw and looks him in the eyes. "i've fed my demons rather than chase them away. and this is the price i pay."
blood smeared on her slender fingers she whispers "come, i'll teach you to sin".
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Poesia[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
