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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ dahlia ₊⊹ 1998 part mortal & part fae ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

you have me in a chokehold made of careful hands, and i'm the one bending your wrists to press harder. harder.

side account is @stellardaymare ; feel free to follow, i'll be posting casual / daily content over there.

i fed on your scraps, until starvation thinned into hunger.

show me the way, the route, the exit — i'll leave.

the bones feel heavy, breaths taken like a punishment for crimes uncommitted. never have i asked for this, i am not the sinner you are after; just a victim of centuries' worth of anguish, this worn-out self is denied the grace to carry it.

it tastes of lead when it's being ingested, as it clinks between the teeth and hardens your muzzle. and you glance away because, like the uffizi and its marvels, what's inviolable can't be seen but witnessed through many. look, look away.

for you, i'd wage the wars in your name. for you, i'd rewrite her wrath, to make it your win. for you, i'd be at a loss, wingless and wounded. for you, for you, for you; / for you, i'd eternally be damned.

them framing my name. pained laughter turned golden, sheer desperation called longing, mournful desires — "since the very first day my existence turned into dust of the universe." no more i recall a time before, me with you is your mother's calling, in disbelief.

she asked me with pity in her eyes, / "how long?" skimming through the memories, past the lane of tales written, i searched for the beginning of the red tied around my finger. it looked scarily like fate, catching me off guard as i recalled the softening of syllables,

priceless, do whisper. infinitely ( yours ), i'll say.

atop of the satin, the merit i held you named. between the second and fifth, concave once vacant, sanctioned by the pitter and patter of fingertips so tender. gauge my exposure, uncover a stutter in the gaps.

( if that's what you need. )

the walls are caving in, and my knees find consolation in the creases of the timber. this is no litany, i am yet to see the luminosity behind the smothered glow. chalk the contours of what you took, evoke mementoes of how little there is left;

feed me your commands, i'll let the jaw unhinge and the tongue dampen with callousness. i'll cast my eyes down ( if you ask me to ), and i'll dry my hands on the cotton ( if that's what you desire. )

the love that never runs cold. warmth refusing to simmer down, parallel of universes unmet with intangible memories, crescents of eyes under the sun, under the moon. "i don't believe in fate," said wistfully. a shooting star in the distance, "but i believe in you."

@liltedlascvious to be recognised by you, rhae; means everything. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. dearly, dearly.

it never is — love is not enough. to succumb at your stake, to die for your atonement, to merge with you ( heart, body, soul ). if love doesn't speak for the heart itself, shall my days be filled with searching for solace to describe what's of me, what's of you.

slithering down the sides, a web with thorns to splinter you apart. you forget of hurt, dragging out the pain to fulfil the quotas. how much is there in 'much' itself? how many times do i have to reach for the straws for it to be enough?