gabriel199252

there's a silver casket with a golden boy with icicle lips and snowflake skin across the room from where i'm standing. my fingernails are carving crescent moons into my palms and my feet have sprouted roots and i am firmly planted to the cold-tile soil. - his smile caught me from across the room, a toothy grin that pierced my heart and dragged me in. he was small with piano key fingers and thick framed glasses and i swear he knew every secret i held while my lips were sewn shut and my eyes saw right through him. - there's a faint sensation of a hand wrapped around my arm and words sound as though they are travelling through water. you say