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❝ i miss the rythme of her heart, the cadence of her voice in my head ❞
真紅
to the ones who've blended with stardust and disappeared
「 ─ CRIMSON HANDS 」
⇥I remember when she dipped her hands
into my chest, and picked up a cold rock and smothered it in her hands, warming it under a fireplace just to make it warm.
Her fingertips were stained with the color of crimson blood. Her hands were drenched and lost their hue because of her touch against my skin. She had a broken heart within the palm of her hand ─ my heart in pieces that pricked her at the soft tissues by the cruel edges of its fleshly shards.
"I'm sorry" I whisper, as I fall asleep on her lap, my tears soaked in the fabric she wore, her skin blended with salty water, my bleeding eyes drenched her white clothes with false hopes and fake promises.
She touches my forehead and smiles─ her hands caress the harsh and rugged skin on my head, my bruises that were stained from those walls that cried out lies and made me bitter and broken with empty piano chords.
Her hand dug into my head. My mind felt the warmth of her skin which gave me saccharine feelings of cherry trees and soft sand.
And all I wanted was for her to stay a little longer before she entered the cosmic, and cradled the universe in her hands and disappeared with those crimson hands.⇤
