#youwch

i just sat cross legged and now my knee joints feel like theyre trying to separate every 5 seconds

poetry starters: algedonic / accepting / @golgogun

so here they were again, a cycle askew ━a twisted game fate’d play to him as punishment for wickedness so deeply imprinted within his genes, a mistake within paradox space that was he whose eyes within thick shades menaced once more to redden and bring more tears to that cracked crystal table of theirs, each droplet widening the cracks.

he deserved it, right? the humiliation, the sense of abandon so strong within starved bones, a bleeding mass where heart once laid for he had none ( robot, robot, robot ), for he was but a toxin within that world that needed to be isolated, quarantined like the monstrosity he’s always been  meant to be.

seeing his face hurt( loving him still hurt more )

“ this ain’t a place for self discovery. ” and he loathed his own harsh tone, he hated it so much just like he hated how his own gloved grip clung to metal door of his warehouse, his only safety ━but what else could he do, if not pushing and pushing away, if not sparing darling page of all hopes from further ache only he-prince could bring? they didn’t need this. he didn’t need this. no matter how much he ached ━no matter how much he wished to wishgranting wings to make things better. “ leave, jake. for any inquiry that requires my opinion, you can always deliver to one of my acolytes at the mausoleum. ”