They are feeling so sick today so obviously unhealthy that youshouldn't have to feel them
He had a spilling pulse for him I remember hearing him what to say "Hearts creaturly beast that's why they're hidden behind the cage.."
And I guess that's true we are the type of creaturly beast you find in fairytaleswith thorns so no one can graze us, Barbwire that couldn't keep beats hidden but impacts out with entrances that act as false aspirations which upon you turn to snarling yellow teeth that grasp you and take you hostage
But as the beast something metastasized out of me and blood into him and sprited and undisclosed desire.
A kiss
Which led to thoughts that aroused him in trouble him for 24 hours watching her curtains fold over his eyes letting up a breath escape his lips as the words "heat of the moment" escape his.
And he found himself touching his chest trying to reach me.
And if I notice nothing else it would be that he loved her when the sun hid behind the air. The rug of the land was a passionate burgundy red when the sun reflected upon his skin making the walnut color seem as a blend of acrylic paints.
Because when the land became pill the blood stop bleeding in the stitches begin to form on his heart where his pulse had been for him
And he decided to scrub out his memory with bleach and slowly began to drown on the chemical fumes.
His scenery was a charcoal black and cream the eggshell white.
He was isolated.
His site Betraying him as he looked through fogged glass. And confusion was the seed.
Because his mind went to arise of Ivyvine green gray intertwining grasping suctioning to memories they could.
His insight is reversed as he tried to perverse the truth from his mind and heart apart.
He felt inky black blood bleed through the maze that were his hearts stitches and spilling from his plump red lips.
He was shifting.
skeleton out.
flesh in.
And he can only describe the realization as as the way a city might look at night.
Because he gave him butterflies.
He looks so gross it is all transpired from behind my ribcage protection he looked lucid.
All of his pictures were so short he seem like a bundle of sticks but to an outsider, he was a sickly skinny boy with blue dilated pupils and passionate red lips.
It'll take till he's half dead.
His eyes folded open.
He didn't do anything he couldn't do anything and she sat there listening to the blood rush to his heart and nothing made sense any of it!
Because he was in rehab and he had an accelerated heartbeat.
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Hospice
Fanfikce"I'm falling in love with a hospice boy" "I'm falling in love with a hospice boy" "I'm falling in love with a hospice boy" "Hospice?" "Because he's following the path of death and he's better off dead anyway"
