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ᴘᴇʀsᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ

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                     𝑡𝑤： 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚 ／𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠

(i)it was a cruel summer indeed, the hazy satin of blooming carnations filling lovers' noses with fragrant nostalgia. fever dreams and crystalline murmurs stuck like an augustine perfume to the coastline, the frothy waves prettier once
showered in lust.

𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛， 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦？

ᴘᴇʀsᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ.

(ii) with the sky painted in cherry champagne muse, nightmares hung in impending glory over her head. oh, how she despised the beach! pearlescent poetry could not disguise a sickening seduction, playing on teenagers' deepest remorses. there she lay against the rocky cliff, early august breathing around her, a queer figure.

𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒.

(iii) maybe she was once art, but now she is wasted and carved in bitterness, that ethereal appeal clinging to the hollowed angles of her features. with deathly pale skin and moonlit bleached hair, persephone's essence sang of a delicious decaying. a girl like that would always resonate in the back of your mind like a forgotten melody, an echo of horror. wherever she walked, whispers stirred and simmered, scattering the ground at her feet in pools of blood and hatred.

𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒．

(iv) midnight explosions burnt into her mind, sinister sonnets whispering pretty poison into her mind's ear. visions of white stallions galloping across a starved seashore, the spray of sinful waves on her tortured limbs, traffic lights and sirens flashing with a euphoric bliss. it all faded to one abysmal whisper.

𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠？

(v) woeful wonderlands withered in her palms, and her grasp on ecstasy crumbled into melting ichor, drowning her in the terrible truth of heavens explosion, glory and awe rotting before her eyes like spoiled nectarines, maggots reproducing in her eyes and centipedes feasting on her flesh

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢．

(vi) oh, dear persephone, there's mold growing on your ankles! ivy's crawling up your throat, and tar's dribbling out your mouth. she didn't want to go mad, but now there's red bubbles blooming from her lips, kisses now infectious. midnight secrets are boiling in her gaze, threatening to drown the universe in beautiful betrayal.

𝑤ℎ𝑦？

(vii) she was always doomed with the desire of deadly romance, of skeletons' bodies entwined together in the underworld, locked always and forever with burned roses in their breathless ribs. she looks to the sky, but there are no stars. she seeks happily ever after, yet is lost in her own labyrinth.

𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒：

(viii) veins spilling out in the sink, wrists caked in red lace gloves, the saltwater of her tears never felt more painfully pleasurable against the cuts. now they will notice me, she whispers to herself like a wicked lullaby, think scars of scarlet written plainly as words up to her elbows.

   ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦．

𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ.

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