• elfluck 5w


    Her face blinded by white lilies
    and her lips
    red as orchard apples
    where's the air she breathes
    can I be on my way?
    and I thought back to my youth
    in the fourth corner
    where the curtains would bellow
    and shake
    the blade felt like a feather against my skin
    when the edges would pierce
    it tickled me to tears
    I never imagined a day like this