09-11-2020, 11:30 PM
COLD. LINOLEUM ICING MY GROWING PAINS
WATCH THE CEILING FAN TURN ITS SHAPE AGAIN
MY THREADS ARE COMING LOOSE
Praise.
Times past had seen such rested at undeserving feet, hollow words ringing with a falsehood swallowed with the put upon twist, bitter sweet joy all they may offer. Different this, a butterfly with gentle wings fluttering against the cavity of chest, scraping along bone and sinew, in wake left a bubbly pressure. Distinct and true the joy that alighted on dark lips, higher held head. Silenced the tongue held behind locked teeth where matter was settled but one to which youth looked, respected and held aloft alongside the pedestal constructed for mother.
"Too much can kill…" Brow furrowed as words slipped forth, pondered the query Roan had offered forth. Indeed, it was one easy yet mind grappled with such, downfall their own lack of prior information gathering. Alcohol. While rare their times among the occupants of the tavern at the least picked up and retained their remarks over dependency, a drug in and of itself the beverages many partook in.
"Can you… Become addicted?" Unsure comment offered with downward cast eyes, claws raking into the gathered grains. It sounded at least plausible but, without confirmation, gnawing along their thoughts the notion they may be dismissed for such a foolish idea.
Times past had seen such rested at undeserving feet, hollow words ringing with a falsehood swallowed with the put upon twist, bitter sweet joy all they may offer. Different this, a butterfly with gentle wings fluttering against the cavity of chest, scraping along bone and sinew, in wake left a bubbly pressure. Distinct and true the joy that alighted on dark lips, higher held head. Silenced the tongue held behind locked teeth where matter was settled but one to which youth looked, respected and held aloft alongside the pedestal constructed for mother.
"Too much can kill…" Brow furrowed as words slipped forth, pondered the query Roan had offered forth. Indeed, it was one easy yet mind grappled with such, downfall their own lack of prior information gathering. Alcohol. While rare their times among the occupants of the tavern at the least picked up and retained their remarks over dependency, a drug in and of itself the beverages many partook in.
"Can you… Become addicted?" Unsure comment offered with downward cast eyes, claws raking into the gathered grains. It sounded at least plausible but, without confirmation, gnawing along their thoughts the notion they may be dismissed for such a foolish idea.
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