@invokeair ♡ “ 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔 . ”
𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 , 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙–𝖌𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 . glossy eyes roam over doll face , 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘚 𝘒𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘖𝘞 , sun – faded colours forever caught in an expression of agony . bow – string – tense fingers itching to reach for her , cradle her –––––––– –––– 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 she ’ s taken with her into adolescence & beyond . every sunday , hands would be clasped in her lap , 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 of touching the weeping face of her lady . oh , 𝔱𝔬 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰 , the bannisters , the pastor . . . medicine – palms , so hard to keep track of ! ( 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . )
❛ i ’ ve watched her cry my whole entire life . . . ❜ beatrice turns away , brushes snakes off one shoulder & onto the other ; 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 . deep browns drop to the rosary around nancy ’ s neck . . . 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 , beckoning . she tears her eyes away . ❛ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ? ––––––– –––– like , i know why . . . but , um . it ’ s 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 . ❜
















