107 notes / 4 months ago

tagged as: clip my eyelids together with your stapled whispers., I want you to erase my lips and redraw them with waxy red pen, Make dents in my neck; pour salt water and bask in the warmth of my pain, If I told you that those scars beneath my chin were mountains;, You'd imagine them as such, Then you'd try to ascend those frosty peaks, and when I exhale; avalanche, the snow, crushing like a cage of hands, pushing you down., You'd try to gasp, and then your throat would fade, and you'd disappear,