you are so delicately edged.
midblue spring, candlelight whitewash;
i bet your face would look good
behind the flame-
on the other side
of this godforsaken
cracked mirror,
where i am.
where
i
am,
grasping at the flicker
only to get singed
and recoil into darkness
I woke up in a cold sweat-
Lol no I didn’t I was just scrolling through my deviations
And like...
That’s some trash right there
Like, I know I always say I’m trash (and I am)
But h o l y F U K
my gOD
So now
I am going to redraw some stuff.
Because dear lord I need to