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05.26.03::22:41 brick walls in fairy tales locked out, walking barefoot through glades, and smelling the sweet essence for weeks later, fingers through hair and tasting you on my tongue for weeks. sharpie tattooes and needle scars and after-school-special tears. nickel and dime necklaces suspended precariously from a perfect neck. it's all you can do to hide vampire bit marks from late at night. tormenting secrets and scribbled words while the monsters 'neath the bed betray themselves; betray you for what you never ever could be. and this is when teenage dramas affect me. but what i never could have.
necromancy. |