CHAPTER 4 :
SHOOTING STAR(S)
i guess when i shot you
in your ocean dipped chest, i
didn't expect you to turn blue already. your hands are no longer warm like early morning coffee,
the scent of vanilla mixed with peaches no longer resides in your moon kissed neck, your ink sunken hair is no longer curly like the waves, the halo that once rested in your head is already split in half and i'm having a hard time trying to think of something to explain to athena. one of her beautiful mortal maidens is laying here in the
grass too pigmented with green acrylic paint, you can no longer
see the earthworms crawling.
NOTE :
sorry for not updating !! im
currently attempting to finish
unfinished animes that im watching so-
