ROOTED
PRLOGUE -
Approach, supernova.
Earth awaits your radiant fracture.
AFFECTION DOES NOT PROTECT YOU FROM INEVITABLE DESTRUCTION -
there is nothing gentle
in the way her teeth caress your skin
this is the part where she tells you
she loves you
and you believe it, fool -
even if it shakes your ribs
even if it devours your heart
SOONER OR LATER WE PERISH -
WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID?
7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesn't feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself.
45% smoke; it's all fog inside – my skull, my lungs – i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius.
20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been.
28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.