𝓵adyᅠ♱ᅠ𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖐𝖔𝖋𝖋​ᅠ.

you ⠀⠀ are ⠀⠀ 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 . ⠀⠀ you ⠀⠀ are ⠀⠀ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 . you ⠀⠀ are ⠀⠀ 𝒹eserving ⠀⠀ of ⠀⠀ our ⠀⠀ lo͟v͟e͟ . ⠀

there is also a 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 a man can accrue. this is the weight created by his past actions. it is a weight which can never be 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑.

( fingers flex, pulse a steady beat thrumming beneath her skin. her vein spirals beneath her skin, a love letter tangled beneath the layers of meat. )

( manicured, the curl of her finger perfect, pristine in all the ways that didn’t matter. she gifts it without ceremony. )

when have i ever?

are you going to open me up?

⠀ ⠀ *̲ ⠀&&⠀ ... ⠀⠀ 𝖉octor⠀ ⠀ 𝓭addy ⠀ ⠀⠀ h͟e͟l͟p⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝘶𝘴⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ all ⠀⠀ if ⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐎𝐌͜͡𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘⠀⠀⠀ ; ༊

sick of his own face, sick of his skin, of the dark, he crawls outside himself to sing...

it tracks her movement with a paradoxical desire to maim in contrast to its eerie calm——to hurt and to be hurt seemed inherent to mankind. it wonders，on behalf of victor's transgressions，if its boundless rage and sorrow are what made it...