tu brûleras

okay i haven't posted on this blog in over a yr so i didn't think id have to do this but h*zbin h*tel blogs please fuck off

hell is a place cut from the dimension's fabric with a pair of rusted scissors, fashioned from god's molten rage and cooled into something tangible by the tears of the angels

you are in a battle with your own soul. this is something you cannot win. it is a match stick against a wildfire

god can't save you now. not with the hellfire burning a hole in your chest

a gaping wound in the earth's crust lies ahead of you, a burst blood vessel out of which magma slowly oozes. the ground is jagged with rocks and bruises. the world is bleeding, and it's bleeding for you

set me ablaze. i will create myself anew

hold the flare away from your body like it's a threat. with the gasoline beaded on your skin, it is

you set a fire in me and took a step back when it grew out of your control. i am not your's and i never will be

this body is too small to ever hope to contain the force of nature i am. a cage of flesh and bone is hopeless against the wildfire burning in my chest

i have lived many lives. in some i am an old growth forest, endless and thick. in others i am the ocean deep, my trenches hiding great leviathans of old. in this one i am a wildfire devouring the landscape, a volcano spewing magma out of an open wound.

i always make sure i'm giving off the energies of someone watching a house burn down in the middle of the night while wearing a long coat and standing off to side so that my face is partially obscured by shadow as the glow of the flames vaugely illuminates me

you are a lot of things. a forest fire. a meteor burning up in the atmosphere. a house burning down in the middle of the night. you will always more than they can understand

anyways go block @goddess-of-ghosts she's a little who doesn't respect boundaries lol

it's a different kind of love. one where you toast with molotov cocktails instead of champagne glasses