❝necropsy and lip gloss❞
I kept this as the last .l i v i n g. reminder of you.
→ but who’s to say there aren’t plenty of .d e a d. ones?
❝stars and shimmer ☆❞
People always speak of how the pulchritude of life is faced with closed eyes.
→ i speak of the tears blinding you in the image of death.
❝onyx and blush ~❞
I am a writer—self-taught, trained, and bred.
Some people are born with a gift. Others yearn for it; are green with envy. Then there are those who know how hard they must work to attain the unattainable.
This is merely another chapter in my journey.