La lala lala

vast corn field under a brilliantly shining moon. ---- apisjon prey predator

the moon lives in the lining of your skin, its brilliance radiates through the field; & shines a light back home. you'll always know where he is, even if it snuffed out; it resembles you, you leave the same impression ( ... ) beautiful, but annihilating. hundreds of corn stocks remind you of childhood; jonathan can still feel the sweltering summer days, & the grate of her voice, it is an echo beyond the grave. grimshaw manor no longer exists in your mind; but you do not think you could forget how it felt. your fingers trace over the husks, as a gentle breeze cuts through your hair; wind weaves whispers, secrets you barely hear. adrenaline courses through your veins, wedging your heart in your throat; a game you never get sick of ( ... ) a tale as old as time. predator, prey; this is a gift, it comes with a price, who is the lamb & who holds the knife? maybe you'll always be destined to slaughter him, even when he has his teeth in you. cerulean's shift towards the sky, dark clouds loom overhead; there is nothing more to look at, everywhere you turn ( ... ) miles of green overshadow you.

but you know he's out here, it's as if you can smell him; fingers twitch, rolling your shoulders ( ... ) each step forward takes you deeper in the field; a vast overgrowth, with no easy way out. perhaps it is why you agreed to this, apis could not play you, there would be no concern of escape. your boots crunch fallen leaves, following manmade paths through the maze; head turns every so often, looking down intersects in between ( ... ) you exhale, allowing your head to fall. " ... come out, come out, ────୨ৎ don't be shy now, you know i can hear your pulse, your heart is awfully loud, love. " jonathan's voice travels, shifting yourself in place; " ... i will have you, does not matter to me if you want it OR not, i will sink into you, live inside you ... i can't wait to eat you, there will be nothing left of you once i'm done. " eye's flutter, a small groan slips past your lips; something about this affair always got you going, it didn't take much, not with him.