#bug's writing

Ooo ❄️ snowed in is such a cute prompt for them!

Cold on the Outside

Summary: Ghiaccio is out driving with melone when the car dies. Ghiaccio is not bothered by cold, but melone isnt nearly as well suited for such weather.

Pairings: Ghiaccio and Melone

Tw: hypothermia, death mention, fear, soft vore, cursing

Ghiaccio had been stupid to think having a stand so well suited for the weather would have made things easier. The car ride was going smoothely. Ghiaccio at the wheel, melone in the passenger seat, humming along with some dumb pop song he put on. Ghiaccio didnt mind. He was used to melone's behavior.

The first thing to go wrong was the radio going out. Melone groaned in mild annoyance, giving the dashboard a whack before letting the sound of wind and the blasting heater take over. Ghiaccio was normally the irritable one, the roof of his car having notable dents. And the horn being broken. So seeing melone upset made him undeniably a bit upset.

And then the heater died. Go figure. Ghiaccio wasnt bothered as the cold set in, but over time he could clearly see melone shivering in his seat. He grit his teath. "Damn it, hold on a little longer, we're almost home." He fussed, hoping melone would suck it up so he didnt feel bad.

"Ghia just drive, im fine." Melone insisted, knowing his friend was worried. Melone speaks fluent ghiaccio tantrum. Ghiaccio scoffed and continued to drive. How dare melone assume he cared. Well, he did, but that is his business.

It got colder in the car as they drove. Melone was pretty desparate to keep warm, tucking his legs into the seat. Ghiaccio felt anger well up inside him. He had to get melone out of the cold. Asap. So he sped up. As reckless as that was he wanted OUT of this storm and into somewhere warm before melone got sick or something.

Finally, the car sputtered and slowed before rolling to a stop. Ghiaccio noticed as soon as the car began to slow. He jammed his shoe into the gas pedal a few times to no avail as his engine died. He practically developed rabies on the spot, flying off the handle for a brief moment. "Motherfu- We're stuck in this hell hole car! we'll be snowed in! god damnit! Start you piece of shit!" he screeched, trying to start the car. Nothing.

Melone reached over and stopped him. "Ghiaccio, stop. The engine died. We're going to have to ride out the snow storm in this car." He said. Ghiaccio did not have a good perception of what was cold. But when melone touched him and he didnt feel any warmth, he absolutely did feel cold. An icy fear creeping up into his chest and making it feel heavy.

That made him madder. He shook his head. "Melone you're cold! i dont feel cold!" he reminded. Melone was briefly surprised by that fact. But he shook it off. He would never calm ghiaccio down if he let him keep trying to start the car. "I'll be ok, i promise. Climb into the back seat, we can share body heat for a little while." Melone said, getting unbuckled. He could feel his hands stiffening and his face burning from the cold. He shifted into the empty back seat, where there was a large jacket belonging to risotto. He put it over his shoulders, and held opened the other side for ghiaccio.

Ghiaccio never did understand how melone got to him so easily.. he shifted into the back seat, and calmed, tucking himself in to the jacket right next to melone.

Soft vore warning

He was actually not very warm to cuddle considering his stand's cold immunity. Melone tried to curl up in the jacket with him to stop the onset of hypothermia. But he found himself getting colder by the moment. Weakening as the car was bombarded with snow and wind.

Ghiaccio took notice once melone became too weak to sit up with him. He found himself hilding melone, who looked like he was starting to submit to hypothermia. Pale. Blue in the hands and ends of his face. Weakened. Disoriented.. he couldnt stop himself anymore. He shrank melone down and cupped him gently in his hands as the now small man lay weak and shivering.

Melone had whitnessed others do this, but never ghiaccio. It scared him a little, considering he had seen this as a method of punishment. He had never attempted it himself. But as he was brought close to ghiaccio's mout he could feel the other's warm breath and couldnt help but calm.

It wasnt untill melone was already in his mouth that he came to his senses. it was pretty much what was expected, warm, humid. He attempted to shift back but ghiaccio's mouth was already closed. And he was already becoming soaked with saliva. He wasnt all that botherd. He was used to gross stuff. What did worry him was that he was about to be eaten. He pressed a shivering hand to ghiaccio's palette in hopes of grabbing his attention. "C..come on, ghia.. you.. you wouldnt.. right?" he said, slight fear evedent in his tone.

Ghiaccio didnt want melone to be afraid, but he was running on instinct right now. Protect melone. Warm him up. So he immedeatley responded by tipping his head back and swallowing thickly. Melone began to panick slightly as half of his body was pulled into the tight throat. He couldnt grab anything, his hands were still stiff and he was too weak anyway. One more swallow and he was tugged into the larger male's throat. He felt stomething tracing his decent past the collar bone. Curse ghiaccio's tense body, he felt like he was being crushed. It knocked the wind out of him.

He could hear ghiaccio's heart racing as his crushing decent continued further. He couldnt struggle, nor really breathe. But soon enough he was dropped into a slightly more opened space. The noisy walls kneaded at him. Melone shoved at them gently, still a bit frightened. "Ghiaccio! please let me out!" he pleaded.

He continued to be quite nervous. This was new to him. he knew he was capable but never did it. He was very tense as he felt melone within him. He knew melone was scared he would hurt him. "Calm down. I wouldnt have done this if i didnt think it was safe.." he insisted in a grumpy tone, hus hands wrappwd around his middle.

Melone listened. He wanted to believe him. and judging from ghiaccio's heart rate, speech, tension, and his noisy stomach, he could easilly tell ghiaccio was feeling anxious. He very gently pressed at the wall. "..alright. i'll trust you.." he said. He couldnt help it. He was warm. It was freezing out there. He gently rubbed the wall with his hands a little to try to calm him from here.

Ghiaccio settled down as melone did. But when he was given such new and gentle affection, he practically melted. The walls relaxed, giving melone a more comfortable place to rest, and his anxious, noisy body quieted down. ghiaccio curled up in the jacket to rest on the seat. He knew melone would be safe and warm, and so would he. the two spent the rest of the night in the car, awiting out the snow storm as the windows caked with snow.

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welcome to my blog! consider this my rent-lowering-gunshot-post.

i write drabbles and oneshots and roleplay on discord agere sideblog: @found-heaven-agere

intro, dni/byi, etc below !! this post is very long!

──── ⌢ about me ! ⌢ ──── well, i'm zav'yer, i use he/hell/paw/pup pronouns, and am a gay, xenogendered trans man. i'm also vampkin and dogkin (border collie !!) i'm autistic, and my special interests include conan gray, bts and michael jackson. i also like wwe and my chemical romance, but i don't write fanfics about anything except kpop and tv shows. i LOVE kinnporsche.

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i’ve recently realized that’s not the honest answer? maybe it’s a little true, but not in any of the real ways.

i write because it brings me something that tastes like peace. i write because some days the feelings are too big for this body. i write because paper understands me in a way speech doesn’t. i write because my hands need to be kept busy. i write because my mind needs to be kept busy. i write because it takes the things that have happened and turns them into something i can learn to sit with. i write because in a world where everything feels like coughing up rocks it’s the one food that goes down easily. i write because i don’t know what else i’d do. i write because i have to.

Todd looks up as he hears the motel door open behind him to see Neil stepping out of the room. Immediately after he eases the door shut behind him, he sends Todd his bright smile. Todd’s coming to realize that smile is a signature Neil thing.

“Hey Todd,” he says cheerfully, as though they planned this meeting and it’s not three in the morning. He walks, or more saunters, up to the edge of the curb. “Do you mind if I sit?”

Todd shakes his head, because what is he going to say? Yes Neil, I actually do mind because I’m overwhelmed by people, so if you could leave me to be pathetic here by myself that would be great.

Neil grins at him and takes a seat next to him. He leaves a good foot between them, and that comforts Todd in the fact that somehow, this stranger can tell he needs a little bit of space right now.

“What are you doing out here?” Neil asks, not unkindly. Conversationally.

Todd very quietly gets out: “Can’t sleep.”

Neil nods, like he understands everything Todd is feeling at this very moment, even though Todd doesn’t think someone as happy and outgoing as Neil understands what being overwhelmed by people while being simultaneously lonely is like. “Me neither. Motel beds are pretty damn uncomfortable, aren’t they?”

Todd shrugs. He agrees whole-heartedly, but words are so hard to get to work. They’re broken pieces of a machine that will never build a functioning sentence for Todd.

His lackluster answers don’t seem to phase Neil.

“Indiana’s not as completely shit as I expected though: the way people talk about it, I thought it would be awful. I mean, there’s a lot of fucking cornfields, but Indianapolis was pretty cool.” Neil only stops talking to dig around in his windbreaker pocket just to pull out a pack of cigarettes. “You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”

Todd shakes his head. He doesn’t know why Neil asks, he and Charlie have smoked around him and Knox already, but Todd does appreciate that Neil seems to have this respect that the curb is Todd’s right now, and Neil is just visiting. It’s almost like he understands he’s interrupting Todd’s moment by himself, but is weary about leaving Todd on his own for some reason; so he’s just trying to be the most polite guest possible.

Todd watches Neil place the cigarette between his teeth then protectively cup his hand around the end as he lights it. He watches as Neil takes a slow drag from the cigarette. The smell of nicotine fills the early morning air, smoke making the darkness even hazier.

They sit like that for a minute before Neil offers the cigarette to Todd, eyebrows raised. “Sorry, I should have offered earlier; would you like a smoke?”

Todd shakes his head; he’s not against it, but he’s never smoked anything before, and the last thing he needs right now is to break out in a coughing fit in front of Neil.

“Okay, well if you want one, you’re always welcome,” Neil says, and sets the carton on the small stretch of curb between them like a peace offering. Todd’s nearly positive that Neil’s been able to read Todd’s uncomfort with new people, and this is him trying to be Todd’s friend.

Todd really does appreciate it, but his words are still missing in action, so he seriously considers taking a cigarette just to show he might want to accept Neil’s offering. But before he can do anything, Neil speaks.

“You don’t have to talk, you know. If you don’t want to.”

Todd is slightly taken back by the casual way Neil throws the statement out there. He looks at Neil, confused, but Neil continues before Todd can mine the words out of his throat.

“Oh, no, it’s not a bad thing. Just sometimes when I talk to you, you spend so much time looking like you’re frustrated that you can’t think of anything to say back and I wanted to let you know you don’t have to, like, stress about it. If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to. I just like talking to you and I’m not expecting a response.”

Todd doesn’t know what to say to that. Although Neil is off in the reason why Todd rarely talks (Todd has responses, but he can’t find the courage to speak them), Todd’s never had anyone understand like this. Everyone always just insists that he just spit it out or something like that. But here’s Neil, expecting nothing from him.

“And if you ever want me to shut up, just tell me,” Neil says. “Or if you can’t say it, just hit me upside the head or something.”

Ok! I'll include all three! and the prompt chosen at random was 🦋 bugs!

The spider can go to hell

Summary: Joseph is up late when tiny suzie q comes to him with complaints of a big bug. When he goes to investigate, he ends up rescuing the distrustful caesar from a large spider.

Pairing: Joseph, Caesar, and Suzie Q. (platonic and romantic ties are up to the reader)

Tw: fear, mentions of crushing, spiders, other than that its all fluff!

Thinks were admittedly awkward for Joseph, being paired up with the tiniest little man he had ever seen. All the staff here were small too. He kept nearly stepping on them! how could lisa lisa live like this? He always felt so bad when he would nearly hurt someone. And it was admittedly lonely being the only person this big besides lisa lisa.

And then there was Caesar. Caesar was.. it was tough to be around him. They made a great team. They had some pleasant interractions, a lot of which occurred in training. But he shouted any time joseph got too close, and utterly refused to be picked up. Even in emergencies. So things were a little hard on Joseph. Any time he had held or even touched caesar, he could tell the defensive little man was terrified.

it was a late night. Joseph was standing by his window, unable to sleep. He should be exhausted after all the training. Which he was. He just couldnt sleep. Eventually his silence was interrupted by a soft little voice as suzie q sat down on the window sil. "Are you alright, Joseph? you should be in bed. You have a long day tomorrow." She reminded.

Joseph looked down at the small girl, and smiled. He always appreciated her lack of fear. He sat down on the floor to be closer to her eye level. "I couldnt sleep. What brings you to my window this evening? here for a kiss goodnight?" he said, joke-flirting as usual as he rested his head on the sil.

She stood and approached him with a soft giggle. "In your dreams." She teased. She sighed softly as she sat with him. "I was just cleaning like normal and noticed a really big bug in the hallway.. its silly but when you're the size of a mouse, bugs are pretty scary.." she said.

Joseph chuckled softly, and reached up to cup a comforting hand around her. "Thats all? You make a fair point. Bugs must be pretty scary at that size. could you tell me where it is so i can take care of it?" he asked. Suzie nodded, and smiled, grateful. "Of course, thank you, Joseph." She said.

*

This was NOT how this was supposed to go. Caesar had just been up to go to the bathroom when he found that spider. Along with some of suzie q's cleaning supplies.. His heart felt like it stopped. He didnt usually mind spiders if they were smaller than him. However this was a ridiculously large spider and did pose a large threat to the small population in the building. And by the look of it it had gotten suzie q.

That being said, he had attempted to sneak up on it and get rid of it with hamon bubbles. The bathroom was barely lit up leaving caesar at the disadvantage. His blood ran cold knowing he was at a disadvantage. One wrong move and he was bug food for sure. He crept up on it to the bestof his ability and despite it's flighty half turn to investigate the movement, he attacked. This was not as effective as he had hoped, only managing to piss the spider off.

So now here he was, fleeing for his life down the hallway as a spider persued him. He was this spider's midnight snack for sure. Well, at least untill he rounded the corner and spotted a large boot at his eye level. He didnt care who's it was, he continued running and leapt up onto their pant leg, clinging at knee height to catch his breath.

*

Joseph had followed suzie q's guidance as he walked the halls. She was perched on his shoulder, tucked into his scarf. He didnt mind. It was a comfy scarf. she said that it was in the bathroom. So he was on his way. What he didnt expect, however, was a little cling on leaping up onto his leg. He peered down to look, only to spot an exhausted caesar holding onto his pant leg with a disgustingly large spider on the floor searching for him.

He felt a spike of anxiety. Caesar hated being picked up but he was exhausted. And there was a spider by his boot. If he moved caesar would fall. So he made his mind up, and reached down, very carefully pulling caesar off his pants and lifting him up to chest height, both hands keeping him tucked close as he simply crushed the spider. Gross.

*

Caesar panicked as he felt the hand wrap around his body, but he couldnt struggle very much. He was exhausted. but being gently cupped in two hands made him relax a bit more. He was still petrified, but this was a little different. He was just rescued. He heard that spider get crushed.

He looked up hesitantly, only to be greeted with bright, sea colored eyes. Joseph. And Someone hidden away in his scarf. Suzie. She climbed down into josephs hands and helped caesar up. He gave her a tight hug, his concern for her well being earlier melting into relief. "Suzie, dont scare me like that i thought it caught you when i saw your supplies." He said. She held caesar gently. "Its alright caesar, i just went to get joseph. No way i could clean with that thing!" she said.

Joseph smiled behind his mask at the reunion. He was glad they were safe. He began walking back the way they came, alerting the two little people tucked into his cupped hands. "Where are you taking us??" caesar questioned defensively.

Joseph honestly didnt expect caesar to stay in his hands for long. So he wasnt surprised by this behavior. But everyone is tired. "Back to my room. I think you two have had your fair share of spiders for the evening." He said, keeping them tucked close to his body.

Caesar wanted to argue, but it was a long way back to his room, and he was still pretty much convinced he was spider food. So he just gave in this time. He didnt want to be alone in a world this big tonight. So he nodded. Suzie was a bit excited that the two were getting along.

So joseph kicked his boots and scarf off, and just layed down with the two. Suzie trusts joseph. So she wasted no time getting comfy and falling asleep. Leaving caesar and joseph to bother eachother.

"..Thanks." caesar said, his little voice breaking their silence. He heard joseph's heart beat quicken with nervousness. Which intreagued him. Joseph was a big guy. Why would he be nervous about a couple of tiny folk?

"No problem. I've got your back, alright?" he said, keeping his voice down. He had actually grown nervous because he really didnt want to mess this up. He wanted caesar to trust him..

"..alright." caesar said. He had never trusted anyone but miss lisa lisa. But perhaps one day he would learn to trust joseph too. "Good night." Joseph said softly. He felt a little less anxious, enoigh so to have fallen asleep shortly after, with suzie and caesar curled up close to him.

oooh bruabba with 🕸️ trapped? Time for drama

Glass half full

Summary: borrower abbacchio is an innie borrower that is friends with a human housemate. But after his housemate gets shot he is caught by the criminals and trapped in a wine bottle.

Pairing: bruno and abbacchio

Tw: alchohol, murder, gorey depictions, dehumanization, drowning, mouthplay

Abbacchio had been settling in for the night when it happened. He and his human housemate, Junsa, have been friends for a while. Very dear to one another, in fact. See, borrowers have excellent hearing. So when his human friend said he would be in his room, Abba had been notably curious when the back door was opened. And even more so when he heard multiple voices.

His human housemate didnt normally invite people this late and that back door had been locked.. he quickly climbed out of his nest-like bed, woven from cotton scraps, grass, feathers, etc, and tugged on his little boots. He didnt bother to lace them before bolting through the walls along his little walk way to Junsa's bedroom.

When he poked his head out of the hole in the wall, the room was dark. The bathroom light was on and the sink was running. Doesnt matter if he is indecent, he needs to know about the possible danger! So back in the wall he went, anxious as he finally made it to the loose electrical outlet by the bathroom counter. His housemate was shaving. He breathed a sigh of relief. But when he went to warn him, everything went white, and ringing overtook his sense of hearing.

Everything was gone. He couldnt see, nor would the ringing stop. No ammount of covering or flattening his ears could fix it. In all the disorientation of the temporary hearing and sight loss, he collapsed onto the counter. He thought perhaps he had touched a live wire on his way out. The counter was warm and wet. Maybe there was an electronic device left on the wet counter..?

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Soon his vision began to blur back into veiw. The first thing he saw overhead was the bathroom light. Then blood trickling from the crumbling remnants of the mirror. He turned his head. He could see that the counter was in fact not wet. He was laying in a puddle of his housemate's blood. There was a lot of blood running down the sink and smeared down the counter. He sat up, blood sticking his hair to one side of his face. He could see Junsa slumped against the cabinet with a hole in the back of his head.

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Abbacchio stood quickly, shouting for his housemate to get up as tears welled in his eyes. He normally would never behave this way. But he was absolutely distraught. Dont get caught. Dont let them see you. He never bothered hiding from his housemate. But he was unfortunately about to learn the hard way why borrowers say that..

Abbacchio was seized by a grubby, sweaty hand, and they were not gentle with him. "Hey, look! He has a little roomate!" the one with the gun said, his partner laughing as abbacchio faught and clawed at their hands. He was big for a borrower. But not big enough.. "Hah, he's pissed!" The other human said, amused by his fighting and struggling. They killed his friend. They were taking him out of his home. He was enraged, greiving.

"Why are we takin' the little pest? Who's gonna believe a borrower?" The other added. The gunman elbowed his partner. "Numbskull, we cant chance it. We gotta get rid of the little rat." He said. Rat. Pest. Fucking disgusting people. "I'll see you bastards in hell!" Abbacchio cursed.

The borrower's hearing had finally come back but that time he had no idea how to get back home. He felt the gravity of his situation. He's small. He cant fight them. He's far from home. He's alone. It was dark. It was misting. He was brought into a dirty old alley, where they found a drunk with a half empty bottle of wine. No. They wouldnt do something so terrible, surely not!

Before he could even protest he was stuck into the wine bottle. He barely fit through.. he'll never make it out. He couldnt swim forever. He struggled to surface in the confined space, the alchohol burning his eyes. They corked the bottle and gave it back to the passed out drunkard. If he didnt drown, he'd still die..

*

Bruno was just making his rounds when he came across some men coming out of an alley, talking to eachother about a borrower.. Bruno did not like people that bothered those little folks. Borrowers were pretty much unheard of. But the few times he had encountered them, they were being put through hell.. so he decided to investigate.

The raven haired man stepped into the alley, looking around in hopes of spotting a borrower. He didnt think he would find one untill he decided to investigate the drunkard, and heard the wine bottle drop to the ground. He watched as a borrower drenched in wine sat up on its hands and knees and coughed up some wine. It was a wonder the bottle had tipped over.

He quickly approached, only to watch the little guy look up and move as far from the bottle neck as possible. He didnt blame him. It must be terrifying being tormented like this. He uncorked and emptied the bottle, leaving only the drenched borrower.

"come on now, those men left. Try to stay back while i get you out of there.." bruno said, attempting coax the smaller being. Unfortunately, abbacchio had had way more alchohol than a borrower needs. He shook his head. Bruno uzed his zipper man to simply split the bottle without making it dangerous. He reached in, but didnt grab him.

Abbachio saw the outstretched hand, and in his clouded thought process, decided Junsa had come to his rescue. Junsa was the only human that had ever offered his hand instead of picking him up. It had to be him.

Bruno watched the soaked borrower collapse into his hand. he discarded the empty bottle. "Would you mind if i brought you home?" he asked the borrower. He didnt expect much of an answer. "Home.." he heard the exhausted borrower mumble. It wasnt like abba had a better option. He was lost, drunk, and wet.

Bruno took notice that the borrower was getting his hand all sticky. Gross. He sighed. At least if he's drunk he cant make this difficult. He had to get the wine off or it would be a hassle for the borrower later. So he popped the little guy into his mouth, and began to lick him clean.

Abbacchio had no idea what the hell was going on, and squirmed and fussed as he was licked clean. His flavor gradually changed from wine to bitter black cherry. Which was an improvement from cheap whine. Once abbacchio was clean, the drunk borrower just rested on bruno's tongue. In his foggy brain this was a good spot to sleep. Bruno was a bit surprised, but allowed it. At least he would be warm untill they made it back.

*

When morning came, Abbacchio sat up with a jolt, his long hair falling into his eyes as he searched his surroundings. This place was unfamilliar and he was wearing a large shirt and shorts that did not belong to him. He was.. abnormally clean. He didnt remember having a bath. The last thing he remembered was.. Junsa. Junsa was dead..

he stood, his head a bit foggy, his eyes burned, and his throat was sore, but he was able to walk straight. He was on a night stand.. this wanst his house. It was so surreal.. he had to hide. He had to leave. Start all over..

*

Bruno came back into the room, only to spot the new borrower up and about. He smiled. "You're awake. Thats good." Bruno said. He had a cup of warm tea in his hand, and a smaller one that looked to be decorative. He sat down, setting the cup on the side of the table, watching as the small light haired borrower fled behind a vase of flowers. "Dont worry, you're safe now." He promised, "Come on out."

Abbacchio was terrified. "Stay away, i dont even know your name!" he fussed, his head ache flaring up, causing him to lean on the vase. "Ow ow ow, what is this??" He asked, holding his head with flattened ears.

Bruno lowered himself to the floor so he would be at the borrower's eye level. "That would be a hangover. Thats what the tea is for. Im Bruno Bucciarati." He said, holding out a single finger. Abbacchio looked up once the aching subsided. He hesitated. He stood and approached, taking hold of the finger with both hands and lightly shaking it. "Leone." he said, not wanting to give his full name. He didnt quite trust the other.

Bruno smiled some. He moved his hand away only once he let go. Abbacchio looked over at the tea as bruno retrieved the larger cup. he looked at the human, and then went to get the small cup. It was warm, and smelled like honey and mint. He took a drink and calmed, enjoying the sweet flavor. It helped his throat, and it was just nice to have a warm drink after it all. He didnt get why he wasnt more upset. Perhaps the shock of it all. "..what happened." He finally asked.

Bruno looked up from his tea cup when Leone spoke. "..Well, i found you in a wine bottle after a couple of nasty looking jerks came out of the alley they left you in. So i got you out of the bottle. You had a lot of wine. So i cleaned you up and brought you home. Got you some new clothes.." bruno said.

Abbachio didnt think he should believe him. But Bruno was gentle while handling him. And he did wake up clean, dressed, and wrapped in a blanket. Well, a wash cloth. But same difference. "Alright." He said.

With that, the two drank their tea in comfortable silence. abbachio looked down at his half filled tea cup. This was.. He could manage this.

This story might get a part two :)

i’m slowly realizing

sometimes it’s a way to comfort your worrying bones

give me that pair of rose colored glasses

let me take a moment with them; even if i don’t want to remember, maybe i can catch it in the right light

i can cope, with the thing in shreds around me

but i’ve always been strange

because even after all that, the realization that the world is so so broken