PRADACUNT
- LETTURE 193
- Voti 11
- Parti 2
Joey Lynch x Fem!OC x Johnny Kavanagh
You existed, freely, even in the air that ministered mankind's very appetite for destruction. You caught the deer in headlights, and soothed its innate terror, every crawling nerve numbed in your virtue.
Tender, your gaze retained my sheer daftness.
Now I watch your wings dissipate, and I watch my mortal devotion crumble alongside you. I picked cherries for you, but your hands are caught in bloodstain as they fall, pulped to your feet.
Your shoulder blades cut so bare into the sea of flames as if they were born into it, and a crowned halo far below your heinous glance, from where it never belonged.
It is now that I realize you are no saint.
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Written by Dionne.