drowning in you. all rights reserved. © 2014 witchlings clawing my way out. all rights reserved. © 2024 witchlings

Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.

THEY SAY THE RICH LEAVE THE POOR TO BURN, but sometimes having it all is really the malicious way of the universe tearing you apart, cell by cell, atom by atom. It takes the little things first, so that you only feel a nagging sensation, but then it's in chunks and chunks and chunks until - © 2017, michelle

live love die, all on the same night.™

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics