pining at the door you left through. god, it hurts so bad.
glare at me like a wolf ready to jump at a lamb.
it will always be like this. you will be burning and they will tell you nothing's really wrong.
a heart torn into thousands of pieces must be kept from all eyes, thus it burrowed into the ground and tangled itself.
i am quiet. i bury no one, blood is drying beneath my nails. i do not know which me it belongs to.
caressing me with your ‘good girl’. who needs your self—righteous self pardon?
we love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. it's feral.
