#najimael

'The family is whatever mock-up shit you want it to be - whether it is roots and blood, knots and water, it does nothing if your heart isn't at ease when you look at them.'

'Nameless dread inside, hanging upside-down with a wicked grin; to think is to fear, hollow ash on your tongue Blackest of nights in flesh, whispering your name, name name name; to feel is to ache, the numbers won't save you Your hands harsh-edged and ancient, your voice boiling down to a shout; your breath savage and dripping blackened blood, a memento of the memories My name has been crowned times and times ago and I am mute; irrelevance defines me more than they can believe All these are us - our fists are bitter and broken I take your hand to feel the numbing cold inside Perfect, I usher as you bare your maw of the beast Slash your teeth across my throat and bleed my bad blood to the ground For I long to belong to your arms And you carve your way to me Again and again and again'

Three little adventurers by Khasuri