#glorybred

                  it   is   not   gratitude   to   grace   tiers       ––       but   anticipatory   pant ,   your   silence   serves   as   a   pre - emptive .       (       &       then   you   strike       ) .       to   swipe   at   his   foundation   with   outstretched   foot   and   watch   him   crumble ,   an   admonition   of       mortality       ;       the   way   marble   imitation   of   life ,   etched   by   astringent   tears   of   centuries   passed ,   collapses   in   on   itself   with   final   expiratory   whisper .   let   this   boy ,   gold - clad   defender   of   your   perceived   fragility ,   fall   so   you   can   press   a   heel   to   that   chest   now   robbed   of   breath .   to   think   of   self   as   such       (       a   maiden   awaiting   saviour       )       is   a   fleeting       pantomime ,       enough   to   twist   mouths   edge .                   ❛       who   are   you       ?       ❜       propose   a   haste   he   may   not   yet   discern   with   blade ’ s   retrieval ,   as   burnished   as   glare ,   hovered   at       larynx       so   he   may   promptly   sing .       ❛       i   recommend   you   keep   your   answer   brief .       ❜

My heart swells like 3 times it’s size every time I see a picture of her

I’d die for her wrow

                     blade used to place the sticky sweet crimson against his tongue  ,    brows raising                 caught somewhere between curiosity and challenge alike               fingertips tap against the hilt  ,    he eats slowly  ,    if only to aggravate further  ,    to mock  -----------         you never make it easy for yourself  ,    do you  ?                       ❝     if you’re curious about the knife  ,    don’t be  .    it’s one of a kind  ,    got it a    LONG    time ago  .      ❞