creamtherabbit267

Rose blood on her tongue reminds her of yesterday's. Lonely bones. A heart's hoarded secrets, love me pretties, & scarlet letter dreams. But do these boys know of the bitter winter churning, like a blizzard in her veins? The sharp edges of half-empty kisses, or the crisscross folding of origami limbs? Her eyes, as deep & unfeeling as the ocean;