Apr 21, 2014
Survivors ;
☢ She's walked these woods a thousand times and a thousand times she's disappointed. She's cried over the same spot countless times and each time the pain's still fresh. Each thud her boot makes echoes her heart and Daisy raises a sleeve to wipe at running eyeliner. She doesnt understand why she still wears it. She guesses she needs to find some sort of beauty in this godless world. The grass tickles at her legs as she passes and immediately, she stops. Her hearts hammering and there's ringing in her ears that makes her feel like she's going to get sick again. Arms fan out slightly, fingers curling into a claw on both hands before glaring at the scenery.
"...Get out!" she hollers at the air.
