i. the beginning

ii. glass

iii. knife-girl

iv. blood pact

v. duct tape

vi. eyes shut

vii. apathy

viii. sunrise

ix. the end

ciara says she learned how to juggle knives because she liked catching them mid-air, liked gripping steel between her teeth and scattering the light around her before it formed a halo.

ciara says she is god’s worst angel because she has turned her back on heaven, has started worshipping destruction, is used to kissing people who aren’t holy.

ciara says she does things she doesn’t really want to just because she can. she tells me she would burn down the world if she was bored and had time. she tells me it would feel like reading a book you don’t really like.

ciara says she loves me.

ciara is full of shit.

i could never tell if your name was glass or if it was my tongue. every time i called out to you, i seemed to cut you without having a weapon of my own.

i smiled with bloodied lips when you walked away.

i always knew you would never stay.