CHAPTER ONE ;
COLD KISSES
burning bodies in a summer
field. nectar dripping from mortal mouths, i licked them up with my
peach coloured tounge. blood dripping from my hands, it looked like rose petals but smelled like death ( you can still hear their cries ). the sun is setting, the colours mix like paint. i run my hand through your midnight hair and i kissed your warm ( cold ) and cherry ( blue ) lips as if you were snow white sleeping underneath the moonlight.
new beginnings starts with
tragic endings. so for you to feel happy and as if you were kissed by the sun, i'll be the one who'll put a knife through your heart.
AUTHOR'S NOTE !
idk why i always write about murder
& do a bad job at it.
anyways, stay safe yall !! drink ur water,
eat and wash ur hands !!
♡
