GIRL / NIGHTMARE !

i'm the reincarnation

❛❛  look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

of virgin-fucking-mary!

indie & selective

katherine
krueger

from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based


written by lenny
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“i’ll protect you.”

MEME / ACCEPTING .

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          ❛       KAI …        ❜           softness of wilted petals rests on solem tongue  ,       morbidity of skeletal shape bleeds violently into the dark descend of nightfall   ,      celestial array pours down to bathe her haunting visage in a   hallow glow   /      light breeze rustles through    ivory - gown   as though sheets drape her feeble physique  .         adoration unravels in cadences  ,      name    uttered    in the   holiest / quietest    of    prayers     /   lament of feminine docility  .          bony fingers   unfurl  ,      crave  /   crave  /  crave       REACH    but do not grasp not even dare linger upon your cheek ,     patient instead for your ultimate compliance  ,     to feel the warmth of a false god    leaning    into its reverent touch   .       droplets of     r e d     taint the    soil  ,       so she breathes  …   so her heart   BEATS   …    she she  bleeds    &    weeps    &    bends her knees like mortals do   )      prickled thumb   dribbling    with fresh crimson  /   each sanguine drop falls with rhythmic pulsation to the dirt  ,      rose   tightly   clasped betwixt the gelid grasp of damp palms  .         such      cold      thing to marvel   /   feels as though she’s might be one with the     dead    already  .       decay      melancholy spread like weed   ,    gardens untamed grow wild within cracked rib cages   /    a    graveyard    of roses which no no longer bloom    rots    inside  .         ❛       it’s okay  …        ❜                beady eyes reassure as a    gust    of wind rustling with untrimmed locks of raven ready to     sweep her away  .        no  ,    she knows which   END    of the dagger shall plunge into the barricaded prison of her clogged chest when the    last    grain of sand slips through that hourglass’s narrow channel .            ❛       i’m not     AFRAID  .       ❜        for there’s something      BEAUTIFUL     about a fire  ,      a waft of     eternity      something that lingers on    long     after it’s been reduced to    ashes   .     and her   ?          she’s      always      wanted to see how it      ends ,      because perhaps   …        that’s how it     begins