— and then she was there, untying the starry noose from his incorrigible neck, cooing, comforting. dragging him away from the frayed boundaries of the universe as hysterical giggles effervesced in his windpipe; salvation, salvation.
she hugged her breathing corpse, drenched in the formaldehyde of her sordid adoration.
YOU ARE READING
passion
Poetry❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞
