@chymeric / :)
❛❛ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 ––––– 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. ❞ cynic’s 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊 ; & , her mouth twists all sweet - like , gentle tongue to prod at semi - open mouth like a sinner on the verge of repentance. syllables feel like grief in her bones ––––– PICTURE AS SUCH : her body is 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔭 , bones taught against the skin &, pulling / shifting , twitching as if possessed. she gulps the phlegm build - up in her maw &, speaks again , slow &, steady. ( the damned thing twists and turns within her [ my ] gut &, my breath still smells of 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖞 , 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒚 flesh !!! ) ❛❛ or we could be better. [ a pause and she swallows again. ] a sticky situation, we’re in & aren’t we the ones to blame –––––– ❞
