There he stood outside the windowsill—waiting for the wind to whisper in her ears, his soft call of her name heed the faceless man, there he stood, outside the windowsill.
Her soul awakens and her hand in her chin fresh from the bathe of her blood—there Avernus, faceless, standing outside her chamber—waiting for the woman to fall asleep.
The faceless man than wanting to reside by her side, softly lulling her into death, prickling her thumb with a needle of life and death through the parallel of his world and hers—there he stood waiting for his muse.
He grows slowly and deeply, his stomach churning—savoring her blood in his mind, he waits until she falls asleep.
Her eyes wandered through the thin port outside her room— The trees harshly peering through her window, It is as if, they were telling dark tales in the midnight dawn of the night. Avernus then sang in his native tongue; his muse terrified at the sight of him—yet there was comfort between the wind and the chilly night outside her window.
“It’s cold outside, why are you standing there?” She called out.
I said to her, I told her that she resembles the moon in the midnight when she's at her brightest state. She looks into my heart when she fixate.(s) She resembled the sun too and moon were her siblings. Because they glamorously shines together. #C9_fm
As midnight hit, I lay in the warmth of a near spilling tub. Silence pollutes four steamed walls, echoes of pitter-patter From the infant upstairs, distant voices from the movie My mother watched in another room, an occasional drip Of the hot tap, the scrape of ink across damp paper, A slurp of tea between my lips, are the only sounds.
I should have been washing, instead I thought of your hand Caressing a blade across my legs, your shampoo soaked fingertips Tickling at my scalp, your mouth pinching kisses from my *******, Your eyes following soap suds descending down silky skin.
My chin rests upon my knee, tea leaks from wet lips Staining a pale leg, dispersing beneath the surface, The water browns, so I bathe in tea and sugar The sweet stench unable to distract me from you.
Night time, where whispers in my mind make it hard to fall asleep. Inclined, it's Time I seek to find. I've left so much behind. I'm in too deep. Shadows dance and keep my glance, as I lay here wide awake. Tossing, turning in my bed. All my thoughts hiss like a snake. Counting sheep to fall asleep just doesn't work for me. With all these whispers whispering, the rain's my remedy. My soothing melody.
The openness that the curtains were giving me is terrifyingly peaceful — the bundle of joy I felt when a little boy creeps in and peeked through while his eyes roam around and I gazed upon his hopeless dilated pupil.
Around the bushes outside, there are roses blooming in the night — while his shirt has been struck like lightning laid his hands on him and there were bloods sticking out his nose; Ceased brows were heavily in my forehead then I saw him enter my room with a knife glued into his hands.
The eerie tic of my shivering body must have given him the freedom to do the stabbing and I let him do that — closing my eyes while I wait for him to shout and beg, I kneeled down in front of him and let my tears get a hold of me.
"I must have left you on the cold, I apologize." I said and he stabbed me right in the heart. The little boy smirked while I lost consciousness and everything seems slow in motion — the colors began to fade and my mom suddenly swayed through the door.
The curtains are swaying back and forth and I woke up with a bliss. There's a little boy outside.
Before you read this, you can listen to 'Bundle of Joy' by Jartisto.
This was inspired by the little boy I saw on tiktok. Anyways, it's been 21 days since I last posted. But, I was always checking this site. It's just the will I don't have. Happy reading.