his shoulders are trembling. his lips are quivering. his eyebrows are tugged together. underneath them lies a pair of dark eyes, their surface glistening with tears. a shaky sob escapes his rose gold lips. the dim light coming from his room casts shadows on his curved body, the body he wished he could tear apart and run free. but he can't - instead, he wraps his arms around his chest.
what a beautiful boy he sees there in the mirror.
but his arms are ripped off his shoulders by his own foolishness and his heart sinks endlessly.
he turns his gaze from the mirror as he enters his room.
the screams were silenced once again.
but his throat feels sore, still.
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Poezjawhat a mind does when it's longing for pen and paper try to get by cover: artist klaeia on Instagram. all credits go to her.