“No, please don’t leave me…”
NOTTIVAGO WROUGHT: phantasm of halcyon leaves, a yearn for such a time // lay down a pyre for the soul of a thief who’s turned hero. OPIATED WOUND, velveteen and sticky, drenching skin in a deep carmine: stained blue to purple with a breath sticking to the walls of his throat. ( you feel the DESIRE to be whisked away, heavy lidded inside of her arms and fighting the wave of lethargy invading ivoride bones has NEVER BEEN THIS HARD ). ❛ s ———– sara …. ❜ her name ghosts across his tongue, struggling 'gainst rows of ivory that follows with a deep inhale. ❛ i’m not gonna make it. ❜ an ACRID LAUGH sticks to the roof of his mouth, drenched with an acidic taste. ❛ and — and i want you to k – know that i — i love you. who would’ve thought … me getting all POETIC with you while i’m dying. ❜ lachrymose has long since stained in the corners of his eyes, it’s a pause: torpor beating of his heart. ❛ will – will you tell lisa, please? i — i DON’T want her thinking i ra – ran out on her. ❜
islanddeath. meme. accepting.
