𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 / an appellation adonisedbyconcretecrown&earned atopember. these identical processions begin to blister at the heels :charred sarsenet HISSING discarded siseries ,groundingfrenziedtarentella to its pyre as each anserine onlooker drives a new nail through beheld palm ( once made a marvel by byssine nature ;the petal plucked is to purity stain’d , i suppose ,& these men are learned in art of stirringascene.)❝don’tdrinkthat.❞ but we have been born into higherforms, have stood as receptors of refined instruction required to employ encraty over tourmaline talons that springforthoninstinct/ deign drips of realgarremnanttochasemaltose. fool’s mock chalice suspended as suspect,vinaceous nectar laced in imitation of fresh aconite. bitter notes on baby’s breath .brow - raising blazon of holy hyacinth girl .
she lilts in 𝐱𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨 ( her source of fame¬oriety ) , bittersweet songs of embedded lore. raised with firmgrasp on hidden hilt / a music box’s porcelain ballerinasoon to shatter&be pieced back together/more of a lark than a dove. the flames have yet to extend to where she flies.❝overthere. baseball cap . five - eight at best. yeah . i could have sworni saw him slip something into your drink .❞ disdain falls as sigh , tune waning with a swift shooting of daggers across crowd .❝...god ,i hate frat boys .❞
𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘,orbs scan the blonde from the top to bottom, tip of digit resting against bottom lip, a pout visible upon profile. arms are folded upon a chest that reveals itself so proudly, no point hiding it, she has nothing to hide. no interest hiding either. pout is licked & brow perks up along with batting eyelashes. call her unamused, call her what you want. but the point is: she’s left an impression. she’s making you think about what bad thing you’ve done. if you’ve even done a bad thing.
side - eyed and quiet,she lets the fear marinate a little, make the other doubt what they’ve done. either she coughs up a nasty confession or she laughs and calls it a breather. nonetheless, this is what she does. this is how she makes friends.❝what the fuck happened yesterday ? you never called me back. if i knew better, you crossed me out for a lazy phone sex sesh’ with one of your boy toy hags. care to explain ?❞
𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 /they,learned in lureofdetriment,scalecrescendo to sirens’ dissonant discanting . mouldered gum ,porcelain rot : from syrup - soused soprano to melichrous lick of heartstring turned TAUT , these are beings borne of fey , from cautionsagainstownkind into some spite-fueled,starcrossedhell.❝good morning to you too .❞ a breath halfheld. a corrupting crack to candied lung .metallicclangor accompanies honed monotony , ardent locket taking to action as nitid sepals purse /poise as gatetogrittedteeth.
❝look , my procrastinating totally bit me in the ass ,& i hadn’t even started on the outline for english .❞pulverizedcherry beneath poniardheel, glazed amber on sunkenedge of doled apadoline ; undercurrent thrums with a violentgentility/𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 . ❝ i thought i texted you , but by the time i realized i hadn’t hit ‘SEND’, it was , like , eleven - thirty . didn’t realize it was the end of the world .❞