who attached these weighted wings on my shoulders ִ 𖤠

and i didn't dare to raise my eyes to my terrible fate.

when you left, i walked into the ocean. not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

i will gut you slowly and tenderly. i will look upon you with a fondness / the same way i looked upon my first trapped rabbit; / please, do not imagine it malice.

though you are long gone, i will protect the world we shared; this, i swear.

at what point should you let go?

charm me. furiously. ╱ torment me. in detail.

i’m the drought, you’re rain, i’m paper, you’re a poem.

i shall pray that you may continue to exist somewhere, too.

it's been eight bitter years since i've been seeing your face. you're walking away, and i will die in this place.

i burn for what’s no longer mine.

the sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison.

the escape into myself from bitter reality.

why ask questions when you could just obey?

i love you. my hands and teeth and bloody pulp of a heart love you. and i know one day you will leave me.

you think killing is hard? try healing. you can break something in two seconds, but it can take forever to fix it.

and when i liked something, i would shy away from it, as if it would grow in a tongue and sharp teeth, bite into me and consume me whole.

get up. nobody is coming to save you.

no one will hold these bloody hands of mine.

i can’t go to hell, i’m all out of vacation days.