a burning trail//
since the hospital, sehun was left physically battered, a deep, stab wound leaving a permanence on his beautiful porcelain skin. not to mention that it once ejected hot, crimson for hours. as if his body finally cleaning the curse through the stab wound, the blood that seeped out was emptying his body from the toxicity.Â
since the hospital sehun was left mentally, to put is best, disturbingly enlightened. his mind freed, his mind having knowledge of some sort of higher zen. as if he had been reborn, reborn into a raw, more authentic self. the âreal oh sehunâ. in tune with his desire to burn and inflict pain like a crave for pleasure. Â
even if it choked everything sehun was out of him and replaced it with a madman on roids, he hated to admit it, but it was fun.
and in the gaps between constant waking up in the middle of the night heâd feels a short desire of the curse to swallow him whole again. heâd feel a rush of need to touch skin and inject the high of the uncontrollable curse to wash over his body.Â
he wakes up desiring the evil rush,Â
(itâs like a fucking wet dream.)
sehun had let his flaming demon out of itâs cage and now he canât find that motherfucker. and thatâs bad news,Â
âcause all itâs going to be burning and wreaking havoc on everything and everyone, only leaving ashes behind.Â
and it is wrong for he had been the only one who enjoyed himself. and it is wrong for he had been the one who felt complete. and it is wrong for he had been the one whose skin and heart still beats with yearning for that high for one more time.Â
and it is wrong for he thinks that he is only sane when he is insane.Â













