— q.l. | for day #16 of these two prompt lists | transcript belowyou swallow night-dark berrie
— q.l. | for day #16 of these two prompt lists | transcript belowyou swallow night-dark berries by the fence at the end of the field. i say if you die, tell god i said hello, and you remind me you don’t believe in anything after this, only emptiness. we’re still young enough that i try to forget this misalignment. not quite old enough that i can reshape myself for it. just give me time. for now, both of us know what it means to want some part of this skin gone, but i had my smile fitted for a blade long ago, so you sheathe your thorns under your tongue instead. i try sneaking them into your ribcage while you aren’t looking, and shame stains my hands for my trouble, all poison-heat halogen light. somewhere down the sidewalk dark wings are rustling. sweetness is always out of season. when the next dawn comes, dew will paint the fruit with a sheen so pretty no one will notice any sign of rot or toxin until they bite down. -- source link
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