YESTERDAY, I ATE A POMEGRANATE WITH MY BARE HANDS. ONE OF THE SEEDS HAD A PERFECT PUNCTURE WOUND, SPITTING RED JUICE DOWN MY ARM. FOR A MOMENT, I COULD UNDERSTAND THE GRACE IN MONSTERS. #ETERNELE. BY BRI.
PAPERCLIP LIAISONSnever held together long. moonlight filled her mouth, a low thrumming frequency of apprehension she’s trained to spit for power. spat on the concrete, it glimmered. ❝ what happens if i do ? ❝
❝ i don’t know,but you just can’t. ❞ what she lacks in duplicity, she fails twice as hard at in discretion. she is as transparent as they come. ❝ so let’s just walk away and pretend like we were never here. okay ? ❞