first and last
honeymoon phase galore
you must love even when you feel like you can't. [1/3: "A COLLECTION OF: CONFUSION"]
with gore dripping from his labium. © SANRIOZD // on hold. ( ACHIEVEMENTS ) 7/6 #429 in poetry 22/6 #399 in poetry
these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]
I LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
"just look. . . at the bright blue skies in my mind," my 2nd short story. inspired by king krule's "six feet beneath the moon."
Galaxies and constellations hung in the balance. I was dangling over the abyss, my hand gripping yours. You were smiling at me. Your eyes looked like stars. You were promising to never let go. And then you did. I looked up at your starry eyes, I scrambled for your fingers for a second, then tumbled from the edge. And...
the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
THE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]
i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •