grime taints your pallid skin , crimson like a CAN OF COLA like splattered paint. there had been a moment before this , when solemn cries for mercy were escaping your lungs. there had been something unspeakable ! horrible / unforgettable. but now there was silence. the melody of birds tweeting through summer’s heat. young boy ! swamp boy ! dead boy !
there is something bitter ‘pon tongue , something tasted cold / abandoned when you swallowed your horrors. it was your corpse ! staring right back at you ! MUTILATED !! TORN !! forgotten in the swamps of derry, maine. but then she speaks ! suddenly , & perhaps it startles jon , but he is too fixated. too hurt ! too hollow ! what she says is beyond you. ❛ is that me ? ❜ oh how he aches for the tremble in his tone to fade. ❛ did i ? ❜
@mabelir / ♡
