what we were

1. Crime scene

Bodies open on the floor, bloodied hands, torn chests. Ribcage split open, hearts ripped out. We became a crime scene. Caution: heartbreak lies here. No yellow tape, just bodies on the ground.

2. Burial ground

A place too dangerous to be called sacred. Temple to tomb. Love grew here once, you know they’ll ask. Tell them it couldn’t bloom. Tell them how instead of watering it, you let it drown.




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