

Willow Graves
@disturbedAperture
♰ she/her photographer of the undead mind yourself, you never know who's watching DMs open♰
♰ i'll never be the same, break in decency don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots i've been humming too many words, got a weak self-esteem that's been stomped away from every single dream but it's something else that brought us fees keep it all inside 'til we feel we can't unleash 7 words - deftones #lyrics ♰
♰ gaze into her killing jar, I’d sometimes stare for hours. she even poked the holes so I can breathe. she bought the last line. i’m just the worst kind. of guy to argue with what you might find and for the last night I lie could I lie with you? - the jetset life is gonna kill you : my chemical quadrant :) ♰
♰ she powders her face to funeral white, blackened mouth set hard for night. spider-veins bloom beneath her ganders, a patient map of soft despise. sharpened fangs bite her lower lip, blood kept clean with a steady grip. she breathes out smoke and rotten clove, he kneels inside the ash of love. he yearns to serve her, stripped and still, tend the bones she wears by will. her voice unthreads his careful will, each word a wound he begs to fill. he begs to light her cigarette, he bleeds where her fingers rest. takes him to where angels rot, between the graves the church forgot. he frightens her, he begs for more, his pusher a bruise she presses sore. he thinks of her a hundred times, boiled down to broth, to salt, to brine. drink him thin. reduce him whole. let him steep inside her soul. love him living. love him dead. plant him where her shadows fed. bury him close. no cross. no sound. let his ribs learn burried in ground. to dance with her was final breath, a perfect ache. a kissed-off death. #poetry ♰
















