Ichigo Mishimune
SpookyEyez
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New Moon
- Loyal
- Earnest
- Frugal
- Timid
- Harrowed
- Clumsy
Leave the demon to his demons.
Rest your own soul.
Waxing Crescent
I live each day knowing that you hope for my fragile bones to crumble and collapse. That the guilt you walk this earth with would be buried with my wilted corpse.
Under bouquets of roses, bearing the thorns of my memory that no doubt stick endlessly in your side.
But know that despite the fragile bones and frail heart that you forced upon me, I survive each day with fulfillment. I breathe the warmth of the stars and feel the loving rays of the moon on my skin. Never again will you scorch me the way the thought of my joy burns your wicked soul, scarring it with never ending hatred.
A hatred that lingers, hungry, unsatisfied, knowing that I won't die until I deserve it.
- Fresh Produce
- Bats
- Magical Girls
- Horror Genres
- Expiration Dates
- Messy Rooms
- Grapefruits
- Thin Clothes
First Quarter
Every day I tend and play, Growing my garden of love.
From scrawny and gray, A hopeless stray, To the treasure of the night sky above.
Light is easy to love.
Please, show me your darkness. I'll adore it all the same.
Full Moon
You are poppy seeds. And licorice.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Childhood, perpetually.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Your self imposed inevitability
Imposes on me an indifference.
I don’t care.
The flux of your existence is heat waves in the vast orange expanse, a shimmer of false water, bright blue and white and made from
layer upon layer of nothing in the screeching, aching, groaning chasm of invalidation.
You are childhood, perpetually.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Poppy seeds. And licorice.
Third Quarter
"If I had a chance to kiss you while a thousand ghosts rose from their graves, I would have kissed you. Don’t doubt that."
"A child's shoulders are not built to bear the weight of a parent's choices."
Waning Crescent
Housewife Radio, GHOST
Stitch, sew, cut, and pull
Stitch, sew, you're alive!
