✧ TW: GRAPHIC + ASSAULT✧
original version is linked!
trust your fear of the dark even when the night feels like the promise in his hand around your wrist. unless it's cut open and gushing out on the pavement, a body stronger than yours is always a threat. even boys like him grow a new row of teeth every hour after sundown; even warm hands will push your shirt up past your breasts, sting a blade between your ribs & slit straight down, leave your intestines hanging out. the street lamps will only catch on soft smiles or knuckles, clean and innocent, but think of the warm lit face of a rock and everything crawling beneath. think of what that means when the inside of your body is cold and dark and emptyemptyempty
