call of the void? tysm for 4.5k reads i love u all so much <3
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unsnapped clasps
and arched backs
beneath fingers
the delicate
domes of the
sistine chapel
made of skin
screams that echo
through the night
whispered promises
and shuddered
blessings
that drift out of mind by
morning
artwork in the
human figure
that rivals
the striking glory of
michelangelan angels
soft skin sliding under
hands
like river water
nails digging into
fingers that grip
waists
fountains of
beautiful things
cascading from
lips of
silk
and eyes of
stars
and breaths of
spun sugar and
daylit honey
pupils blown wide
like
black holes
abysses
that make you
wrench your gaze away
lest you
drown in them
hurtle towards
the end
faster than
life has planned for you
lest you
gasp into the darkness
and exhale your
last breaths
lest you
let them pass judgement
on your sins
like man to his creator
at the end of time
lest your
stolen wishes
come back to haunt you
and the adrenaline high
pierce you
with a vengeance
that is matched
only
by the ferocity
of your
longing
to
throw yourself into the
darkness
l'appel du vide.