Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“How boring,” she hummed in return. “Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself?” Sneering at him from her now pocket-laden mindset, she let her mind be fueled by the impending provocation of stealing food, rather than all his confusing steps. Threading a few more portions through the loops and holes, she figured she’d made a decent sized configuration, enough to take at least five or six cookies without anything dropping out –
The pillow whacked her right upside the head, causing her to drift to the right in shock and recoil. “I’m not telling you shit now!” She declared, rising up from her portion on the floor, all the threads and needles bound towards the ground as she snagged at the pillow. With far more force than probably necessary, because as most understood, Melita was nearly almost full of rage, she threw the cushion back towards his face in return.
The pillow whacked her right upside the head, causing her to drift to the right in shock and recoil. “I’m not telling you shit now!” She declared, rising up from her portion on the floor, all the threads and needles bound towards the ground as she snagged at the pillow. With far more force than probably necessary, because as most understood, Melita was nearly almost full of rage, she threw the cushion back towards his face in return.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
