TwilightHinata

The cataclysmic error of the sunset tempts the universe out of its shell to mock my humanity, listen to the pebbles at my window, the scatterings of how beautiful it all is. His heart -- my fear of -- stress-marks stretch-marks impact craters where I held hands in mine the burn and scratch of the light of day, yes I can feel my retinas deteriorate but I am saving face saving grace swiping right for my next tomorrow. I swallowed yesterday like mothers' ruin shot shot shot and if this is my last living memory, I think I've forgotten how to be myself.