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Joined November 2022
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𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥, 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. can feel the rope around her neck, the knife sitting perfectly next to her spine, in her back. welcomes it home.
the needles, his fists, are threaded through her skin, ...
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... hands.
ribs break and make way for him, make way to their open heart, to that haunted, hungry house that the both of them share.
the house, the heart, that eats and pleads and kills. blackened and ...
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the girl now left behind them, the rose ── cheeked spectator, their unknowing audience, holds his prophecy on her tongue.
catches the way he looks at lottie, then back ; and maybe he knows how shauna would beg for her ...
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... a mother’s protection. hands drop to sides, repeats van’s earlier action of curling them into fists. she knows better than to out ── monster the monster.
it takes a second, but her head is back in its place, staring ...
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... living, though, not for long, in the soft intimacy of taking his hand in hers and leading them to the alter ; together.
ode to the death rooted in love alone. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ...
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