necrosisyou are like a disease runningramped in my chest,stealing the airfrom my lungsand dousing theflames that ragein between my ribs.your poisonis embedded in my veins; likeswallowing shards of glass, it achesand stings as it tears meapart from theinside out.**yet you are my addiction.cold fingers dance across myspine like comet tails;their icy trailsturn the skin bluewith death anddesire; the ticking in mychest has come to a rest, each gear and cogrusted and stainedby your lovelorn kisses--you kill me(in a good way.)
papercutsmy bony fingers tremble as inkflows steadily from my veins,down it spillsfrom the paper cuts that adorn my skin--it pools at my feet,the words ofmy eulogy reflecting in itsmarbled surface.sometimes i wantto take a letter opener and carve out this beating monstrositycaged deep within the valleys of my ribcage,i want to hang it on my bedroomwall as a trophy, as a reminderof how notto feel.but here i am still,silently bound--my spine is broken and bent, my eyes are open and blank,their storiespilfered and tornby the love lornfingers of unworthy bastards.
heart stringsmy fingers glideover your scars,the ones that lineyour clavicles,the ones thattally every stick and stone that's beat your body--they are your trophiesof war, yourright of passagebut I see themas ugly remindersof a broken societyand I want to kiss them away.i sacrifice myeyes to the heavensso that the stars may fallat your feet, theirglowing tails yourbreadcrumbs toa warmer future;let me burn my bonesso that i canignite the hollowspaces between your ribs;i want to watch your phoenix rise.i'd gladly tradeplaces with Atlasif it meant I could sing you to sleep with the lullabies of forget-me-nots && i love yous--forever you will beembedded in myheart stringsand i willplay your melodyuntil the dayi die.
ghostyour colognestill lingers inthe stairwelllike lovelornkisses ondead roses;the fiery trailof your fingersburn on my wrist.green eyeshaunt the spacesbetween my ribs,listening tothe lub dubof forgottenpromises& outdatedlove songs.a merry-go-roundof colors andsoundsecho in mymind as Icarve your nameinto my lips--the crumpled papernote you left behindis still lodgedin my throat,the words"i love you"choking me.
Cosmic Lovea reminder oftheir origin,the constellationswere carved intotheir wrists;each stara destiny,a chance encounteronly predictedby Aphroditeherself.Supernovas burnedwithin theirbirdcage ribs,melting boneand flesh,leaving them tobe whole once again--just a mixture ofstardust and"i love yous."The galaxies sparkledin their eyesas cometsdanced from their fingertips.they had brokenthe stratosphere(no more expectationsto meet, no oneelse to please.)now twinkling withnew found freedom,their smiles rivaled thatof ancient moons.their hands interlocked,their hearts boundby gravity,they knew:their love waswritten in the stars.
selfish delightsi. i am a glutton for words.i eat them like candy,reveling in their screamsof bloody murderas they slide downmy throat;they taste like licorice. ii. we live in a symbioticrelationship these words & i;i give them a home,nestled in between the pagesof my rotting ribs,and they give me a release,an escapefrom the shadowsof hellfirethat dance behindmy eyes.iii. selfishly i pushthese words from bleeding fingers,forcing them into servitude--i beat them into submissionwith damnationand bold faced truths;they will give me the pleasurei deserve.iiii.i don't piecetogether these wordsinto bullshit metaphorsto make pretty poetry,no.i mercilesslyslaughter their bodieson ink stained pages.they are my sacrifices,they make me wholewhen i've beenbled emptyby thirsty wolves
youyour words stumble down my spine,tickling the vertebraewith each period & pause.like nimble fingers dancing on ivory& ebony,you play me,lighting fireto my bones.my cheekbones crack under your pressure-a permanent cheshire's grin on my lips; these ribs rattle with radiantlaughter, stirringthe heart strings into a rat-tat-tatrhythm that never stops.with desperate dexterity my brain tries to piece you together,like a puzzleof lost stars and hopeless galaxies;i want to knowthe insanitythat makes the grandfather clock inside you tick. wrapped up in letters and numbers,shrouded in pleasantmystery--you're my kaleidoscopeof curiositiesand i wouldn't haveyou any otherway
Mirrorsi stare unto yourall knowing eyes; you see every crack,every stain,every imperfectioni've hidden beneath my hollow flesh.your eyes, they weeptheir salty sorrows,filling my lungsmaking it impossibleto breath;suffocating these threatsof hellfire and holy water"be gone beast"my mind echoes,"i need not your pity"let my bones rot inbroken redemption;let their marrowfeed the starving demons;let me fade into creationamongst the unborn starslike the river Nile,the swirling waters of my heartover flow, their tides drowning my soul;choking it with their grimy fingers. silently your hand touches mine,the truth burning it's wayup my throat-"you can not run from what's in the mirror"
PrussiaxReader: The Duel"Gilbert is this really necessary?" "Absolutely (f/n)! It's the only vay it can be settled! I vill take no less!"(F/n) sighed, exasperated. There was no way she would be able to talk Gilbert out of this hair brained idea of his. If it wasn't for the pure enjoyment Gilbert got out of his stunts and his sheer dedication to them, (f/n)'s friendship with the albino wouldn't have lasted long. The World Meeting had taken place earlier that day so the conference room now sat quiet and empty except for the two young men and their companion. Afternoon sunlight shined across the large room, dousing all of them in it's warm glow. (F/n) shook her head lightly as she took in the scene before her. The large conference table that normally sat in the center of the spacious room was now pushed off to the side leaving a large area of floor space open and waiting. Standing in the clearing were Austria and Prussia, both looking ready for battle, literally. Prussia stood tall and pr