The long and bloody dance ended at that gas station at one in the morning. Anton found Jonas filling his car with shaking hands, dirty clothes, and a week’s worth of stubble turning into a beard. Not that Anton looked any better. He lingered by the ice machine, savoring his last moments with the man. …
there’s nothing safe about love. it can be a net waiting to catch you, or a golden line leading you forward, or chains pulling you beneath the waves. it changes and shifts. it can be a key made for your heart just as easily as it can be a knife crafted to fit between your …
Your eyes are closed and I look out the window. The sky is drowning in crimson after someone tore out my throat with their teeth. Birds fall from the sky as if flight had just been a fantasy all along. I go to the ocean and watch the fish rise to the surface bellies-up, like …
we have a long way to go. so keep the door unlocked— keep the fire burning. we won’t get lost. you showed us the way. x we remember your helping hand, your tired heart. we can see you on the horizon. our gentle mountain, our way home.
every year, winter kills autumn / with bloodlust / with joy / it steps away from the body with red hands / and cold eyes / and bruised knuckles / brother killing brother / cain and abel jealous over the life the other held / just as autumn killed summer / with cold eyes / …
Start with a kiss. It’s the only anesthetic I need. Whisper a sweet lie to soften my flesh, then cut me open. Slice along my arms, saw through my rib cage. Take out my diseased heart and replace it with something still living. Drain out my blood and keep it far from anything living. Mix …
Disembodied voices are never a good sign, Jane decided. Neither was finding herself standing on a snowy street alone in the middle of the night with no idea where she was or how she got there. The whispers swam through her hair like a breeze, speaking nonsense and words too quiet to understand. Her awareness …
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it’s like that feeling of falling right when you’re about to fall asleep but some bastard has stretched it out for hours and now you have nothing to do but fall fall fall fall because you can’t sleep and you can barely breathe but you need to sleep and aren’t you just tired of that …
I’m in a car and I’m sitting in the middle of a street / I try to push the pedals / the car doesn’t move / I don’t understand / the car isn’t moving and the cars behind me are honking / I try to shift the car between every gear / but none of …
it’s been a year since I’ve left my hometown / or a century / the parts of me I left behind belong to someone else / and they’ve rotted by now / when I rot I do not die / I just grow thorns / I hope I’ve rotted around the throats of those who’ve …
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