@domesticatedmoth 𝓛𝓪𝓲𝓷.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙. she / her tw disturbing content. @lainsdeadstalker’s wife

I am the sequel, the slightly faded copy of a beloved first edition. The pages dog-eared, the spine cracked. Makes me wonder why you bothered picking me up, was it to feel some semblance of what you did with the others? Are you disappointed?

She claimed the thrill of the untrodden path, the breathless plunge into the unknown. Mine are the quiet echoes—footprints pressed into already packed snow.

I watch your laughter bloom in the presence of another gardener in a garden I am not permitted to enter. Tell me, is it my shadow that dims you?

I try to map the constellations of your reasons, but the sky is always cloud-covered. I tell myself it's the moonlight, or the fog that clings to the coastline of my own inadequacy.

I have tried to be the light you needed, the shadow you could lean on, the silence you found comfort in.

I am sorry that my best was never quite enough to anchor you to me.

What difference does another shade of betrayal make to the palette of this worn-out canvas?

my breath a captive bird trapped in the cage of ribs , the ground a soft embrace & I curled like autumn leaves. Yet amidst the swirl of nausea a warmth that melted the agony.

He loves me, perhaps more than he knows. the soul unveils itself when stripped of expectations. I get to see it—feel it. Only me.

He let himself be consumed, dissolved in me. His violence, a strange caress. I find myself finally loved.

Beat me; love me until I am no more.

He hit me and my stomach twisted like a knot, and I knelt to my harsh God finding its mark in the softest part of me.

My hands ache to hold you, just you. Are you ever truly mine? Do you just use me to pass the time?

I want you all to myself, the purest whisper, the quiet connection, to gather your light in a space that is ours, where envy melts like morning dew on grass.

I’m so jealous, the way your laughter falls freely, touched by many hands. I long to claim you for myself.

Your thoughts, a secret garden; I wish I had the only key to wander through your mind alone with you.

The way your laughter spills like sunlight on a quiet room, and I want to catch it all, hold it close.

This possessive ache, a spider weaving its web, every strand to catch you.