#quietdeath

Flutter x Connie !

yes, I wanted to die for her.

I wanted to lay down in the middle of Springfield avenue and die for her.

She is the death I don't like talking about. 

The one that I survived.

The one that I came crawling out of,

fingernails bent back.

The one that bagged my groceries and didn't look at me

the right way. 

I play shadow puppets with her memory, 

drink champagne until I'm tender.

Mother, her- her absence

was the most beautiful thing I've ever suffered for,

ache like a purple gown that trailed behind me when I walked.

I was glowing, mother,

I was the most elegant loneliness,

the most exquisite creature among all of the