&* SINISTER / VILLAINOUS.

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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine.     ╱     “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ”     ╱     pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away.     ╱     “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ”     ╱     guilt that isn’t yours to have.     ╱     it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town.     ╱     chains.     ╱     “ how could you do this to me ?? ”     ╱     the sharp sting of guilt.     ╱     you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite.     ╱     the family you never had.     ╱     falling backwards through time.     ╱     quicksand.     ╱     drowning, but you don’t save yourself.     ╱     “ you’re getting better. ”     ╱    “ they smile like a snake. ”     ╱     you’re the stars and the sky.     ╱     there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to.     ╱     they are your wings, there’s no doubt there.     ╱     “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ”     ╱     you edge a bit too close to the sun.     ╱    another ghost to take your place after every stumble.     ╱     deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.

rock candy melting in water.     ╱     waves rise and leave the foam behind.     ╱     the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually.     ╱     happiness is the best front a man can take.     ╱     “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ”     ╱     you disagree; they’re more beautiful.     ╱     discomfort at the tiniest of touches.     ╱     the sky opens up when you see them.     ╱     rain comes down.     ╱     poppy fields.     ╱     your sanity hanging by a thread.     ╱     “ oh god, what have you done ?? ”     ╱     roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all.     ╱     they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind.     ╱     you try to help, but it only got worse.     ╱     now they’re dead, it’s all your fault.     ╱     adam & eve in the garden.     ╱     a temptress in crisp button-downs.     ╱     “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you ?? ”     ╱     they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself.     ╱     the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre.     ╱     sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.

yves saint laurent     ╱     black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape.     ╱     crisp green apples piled up on the table.     ╱     your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper.     ╱     what a pretty one, they say.     ╱     you laugh without humor.     ╱     a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest.     ╱     there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you.     ╱     the seat of power fits like a glove.     ╱     heavy is the head that wears the crown.     ╱     you share a space, but not a mind.     ╱     they think you are weak; you are, maybe.     ╱     “ what are you going to do with all of these pills ?? ”     ╱     an empty bird’s nest.     ╱     broken pencil tips.     ╱     there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill.     ╱     “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ”     ╱     “ they weren’t there when it happened. ”