𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 , 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

❝ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟
𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. ❞

Falling felt alot like flying,
if you ignored how your wings burnt.
They were like Icarus, too close to the sun.
Shiny little girls, with paper white smiles.

(Blood dripping from teeth, ravaged to shreds.)

And so they went,
down , down,
into the wilderness.

𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜
𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜