raphael

she could see his crescent eyelashes. two half moons. burnt silk.

she swallowed her breath and stilled her avalanche stomach. lacewings stirred, sick delirium.

the amount of times she thought of him.

did he even think of her?

half asleep

words are like snow. like honey. like petals and bones.
tossed into the air, stamped into the ground till they powder and drift.
i love you. i hate you. wonderful. terrible. forever.
words are like pebbles in our mouths. like glass. like shells.
they are frangible, crumbling, eternal.

i have a pen-friend, and her letters are just wonderful... there's something enchanting about words on rough, tangible paper.
if you'd like a penpal, please let me know! i'd love to write to you ♥