The day she inevitably sets you on fire, don’t you dare be angry at her. Keep your screaming words and pointing fingers to yourself. do not blame her for the pain licking up your arms with every dancing flame-flicker a fast foxtrot flashing one-two-three-four around the sharp corners of your elbows, snaking up the curve of your exposed throat. Do not blame her for the ravaged landscape of your body: the riverbeds of your veins all dried up and cracked or the hollowed-out forest of your branching bones or your lungs filled up with ash and smoke and charred debris. After all, you are the one who played with fire. —– She warned you she was dangerous // Indie sci-fi original concept character , dual main verse / written by Jules (x)











