when all the birds have broken their wings i will find comfort in the warmth of your blood on my hands. time tells nothing i reminisce about torn seams and ***** dreams as i scrape out remnants of the purity trapped in the mildew under your floorboards
O Hearken! the lilies are singing to us! (forever entranced by the acacia with the broken branches) i have swallowed the frail bodies of the nightingales and i have promised to protect them with my own flesh; put your hands within me and you'll know the breaking of their hollow bones
Our God sees everything! how could anyone have a mother? your ivory rib cage shatters under the weight of a thousand Saviors as the unforeseen expanses of the universe blot out what was left of your conscience (snapped like a toothpick in His holy fingers) just like those bitter nights when i hear cassiopeia screaming to be freed of heaven’s chokehold.
O Hearken! kneel for The Great Reprieve! when all the birds have broken their wings— oh mercy you, oh mercy me
i have returned!! hello everyone i have missed HP dearly!!