ﾟ 〢 ✕ // 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : always accepting . ‘ do you want something to eat ? ’ ⸻ ⌜ @lupidente ⌟
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 than it was worth . a fragile little thing that acted the nine on their solidity . yet / there she is , still real , not quite ethereal as he’d thought . more human than even he is now . a few pieces missing but not as torn as he ; blossomed unlike a rose , thorns pricked to his feathers and refusing to detach . a strange sight / and stranger now that it feels almost comforting . such useless gestures for someone owning half their natural worth — if that . oh but he expects cyclamens & pink carnations / a last goodbye and the encompassing cold of matted soil . his skin nearly yearns for it , but he refuses its call . silences any cries . there’s still bits of him left and he’s here until there’s nothing but dust ; so long as it can do something .
a breath , and he stands — the cutting edges of bones clawing deep , but he’s deeper seated into the ground of his values . he stands , and it hurts — but he stands , scoffs , and speaks in nothing but a croak mimicking the same scathing tone he refuses to lose , even now . ❛ not if you cooked it . ❜
