i. ( @vixcanis )
𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 in hushed deluge , rustle of damp foliage 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 sole whispering ( FORGIVE ME MY TRESPASS ) . bark inflicts embroidery , adorning canvas of a palm since unfurled , despite expulsion from blanched - knuckle grasp . ❛ you 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 me , ❜ no advancement , nor additional inflictions to disrupt reticence drawn taut ; smothering lungs &. diluting comprehension . eye remains vigilant , to spite &. scrutinise with the softest of tongues , 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 for the altruism she neglected to spare . ❛ i didn ’ t mean ––– ❜
