when you die i'll rearrange your bones
into the shape of an animal you love
but o then a faceless death
we knew would come
forces me to make up one
i will cover your bone frame in fur
construct wings from the bones of dead birds
these wings bound to your shoulders
with tendons from the body of a deer
nsfw
小鳥
"I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire."
— Sylvia Plath, witch burningSickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire."
(dearestdeerから)
