Hallway


Hallway.

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Hallway to my soul. Leave me in your white lines. Your inked memories that stained the pages of my mind. Marry me with illusions of love. Sweet and pure. Let it stain and strain as i fall into an abssy of fleur.

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.picture by my talented hubs @chaseroflight Yup its hanging in our hallway

Black Widow

They say 

she is a natural beauty

brown hair, eyes.

Skin so ivory.
All she sees are

cracks and pores.

Impurities and flaws

wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid

beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.

Oh she tries to sleep.

Her skin crawling with unknown identities. 

They see the smile

their stepford grins

cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart

and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme

left to her own device

and without a single wink. 

Loaded to go…

Photo via pin interest