𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

Wolf In A Summer Dress

crumpled sheets of satin-like paper, unfinished poems and unuttered profanities. forgotten vinyls, expired sodas were what i was made of. my bones were made from dried carnations decorated with vandas that grandma wouldn't allow anyone to touch for she was afraid i could be hurt - that my veins would break and my delicate skin could be ruined. good heavens, she didn't know and she wouldn't know.

people have known me for being fragile and they too, had took care of me in the most gentle way they could. they didn't know i was hungry for death, for destruction and for pain. self-sabotage resided in my fisted palms and midnight 'til three were the hours my devils would come out to party. my body would be skinny-dipped in the most destructive thing in my room and my wrists were written with some forgotten ancient languages. at forenoon, i would open my decayed ribcages and i would pluck out dead butterflies with names of people i no longer knew.

&. they called me sweetheart; they didn't know i was a mad wolf dressed in a summer dress with a peony on my ear.