grotesque.

written and forgotten, i rant like fruit gone rotten.

i’m blue when the moon hits my skin right. hot pink when you open up my sweet thighs.

all flesh rots.

i can’t breathe without you.

stop touching me with your eyes.

how do i look away now that i have seen you?

siktir et.

now you’re better on your own, it ain’t a fucking mystery.

i’ve been the chief of sin.

figure in the corner laughing at me. water fill my lungs, vision blurry. heartbeat slower, heartbeat slower..

figure in the corner i can quite see, i just know the shadow’s staring at me. it gets closer, it gets closer..

i was never innocent.

what is ‘real’? how do you define ‘real’?

my boyfriend’s back, and he’s cooler than ever.

he wanted to own her as wildly as a miser wants to own gold coins.

— Acrewss