cause i was filled with poison,
but blessed with
beauty
and rage
Following
Stories by 𝒔.
𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, hjp.
who knew i hate you's were just artless words of ripped carnation petals
drenched in sickening...
𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀, harry po...
𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚.
(𝐯.) 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧...
𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨�...
── 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘.
and i'll watch your words of cloying sweet honeycomb snap into thick silence, thicker than...