bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
The way he tried to alter it into a joke made her eyes narrow dangerously – a huff of her breath unfurling into puffs of vapor again. This was why she was insistent on something new. Not what had been tried before and failed. Not something that brought up bitter, rancorous memories. Not what culminated into nothingness. Blowing another raspberry at him and kicking another chunk of ice so it slashed across the black sand, she tilted her head back at him. “Maybe you just lack imagination. You could take up juggling. Tarot. Making up new drinks. Grilling would probably do you wonders.” Because gods knew cooking wasn’t his forte.
So when he replied he didn’t want to go down those melancholic roads any longer, she nodded, chin going upwards in her usual seditious, emboldened claims. “Okay, so don’t. You’ve done a shit ton of things for a shit ton of people and what do they give you in return? Fuck ‘em. Go do something for yourself.”
So when he replied he didn’t want to go down those melancholic roads any longer, she nodded, chin going upwards in her usual seditious, emboldened claims. “Okay, so don’t. You’ve done a shit ton of things for a shit ton of people and what do they give you in return? Fuck ‘em. Go do something for yourself.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
