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// an open letter to the poisoned lover :iconhxwke:Hxwke 1 0
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// concerning you and your home in my head.
you affix yourself to
the spaces between my
ribs. clogged with smoke
and whispers; you have
made your home in my
head and i wheeze when
you fold your fingers
against my cheeks and
tell me that i am
whole, and you are only
a visitor. i want
to beg you to stay;
you are something akin
to warmth. you are
something akin to
childhood whimpers,
to midnight moans, to
something so familiar
that my chest aches. i
cannot place the feeling.
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// repeat.
my heart stutters
sputters
and stops;
wound in the
empty hole
you left when you
walked off
the road; into
the thicket of spires
and spines that rose
from wicked trees.
you adopted them.
you came back
with claws.
the wounds are
still awkward on my
chest, heaving.
the black that has
nested in my
ribs unfolds its wings,
wheezing.
jumper cables,
their metal teeth
clamped tight.
you hit the gas.
my heart stutters,
sputters,
and screams.
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//stardust
crack his ribcage open and find that there’s nothing left to take.
his heart is blackened by soot and ash and the anxiety had twisted his stomach into knots; over and over again with no hope of untangling because even an attempt would make everything swell and burst.
his skin is burnt with the stardust he could never catch, and it has made it’s home in his bones and beckons beckons him to come back and be apart of something greater. “i belong up there,” he tells Fetch one night and she is silent, “not heaven, no, but i want to be the air.”
he wants people to breathe him in and know that he was sad, that he was lonely and that the universe took his only brother away and gave him two strangers that knew nothing of his past. that knew nothing of the hand prints that once danced across him and how often he tried to scrub them off, til’ his skin was raw and red and he couldn’t see them but he could feel them.
his eyes are sad and his life is s
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Repose
Aden sighs, Romeo answers with a chuff and nuzzle.
“I know Romeo, I know.” The screeching in the distance nearly drowns him out, but Romeo seems to acknowledge his companion as he drops down beside the young man and stares out into the distance with him. The city they had been scavenging only the day before is alight; the shrill call of twisted creatures echoing from within it, through the valley, and up to their perch. Romeo quiets for a moment before pushing his head against Aden’s arm with a low grumble; the young man smiles and works his aching fingers against the backside of the beast’s ear, shoulders slumping as heaviness starts to settle in his joints. A soft whimper rises up from behind them but neither of them turns to look at their new companion; the wound is too new and Aden hasn’t yet been able to truly process his friend’s words concerning his parents actually killing other people. Were they really capable of that? His throat tightens pa
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Homecoming
"My oldest friend."
Cristian feels the warmth of those arms that wrap around him tightly, tears stinging his eyes. "I've missed you so much, and I never got to tell you that I am so sorry."
Suddenly, he feels lighter as the tears fall.
They run down his cheeks thickly; when was the last time he's cried?
"Cristian...the strongest of men still fall into the arms of temptation." That deeply wise voice sends shudders to racket his spine and rib cage, feeling the sobs beginning to fall from his lips. "I long ago forgave you...even before I came face to face with the inevitable."
His heart throbs; all he's ever wanted were to hear those words.
"Amor..." He pulls away to stare into those understanding brown eyes, full of nothing but tender acceptance. He shakes his head, averting his eyes in shame, "Amor...I was lost for all of those years after you left. I would dig deep inside myself to pull out that beautiful wisdom you gave me...and I would live by it every single day."
His best friend's
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Garrett
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hey it's Garrett I guess.
lame until i work on an actual profile

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