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RemnantsWhen I first held you, there was a warm sense of rightness: as if finding the last piece of a puzzle I’d been working to solve for years, yet completion- wholeness- had always eluded me. That is, until, you slipped your head under my chin, strung chains of kisses along my jaw line, sighed warm breath along my throat; that instant where you melted into me- where I lost myself in the scent, the taste, the essence of you.Remnants by xXBlackDawnRisingXx
Those years are not lost to me, even as I grew sick and withered and wounded you; even as I lost myself in the names and faces that were not my own yet claimed my own as theirs; even as I used and was used, ruined and was ruined, destroyed and was destroyed, bled and was made to bleed.
The memories are like sand flowing between my fingers. If I try hard enough- if I strain my hands just right- I can feel each grain- gritty, foreign, curious- as a presence upon my skin. I feel the shape of each tiny, ragged stone.
I close my eyes and tilt my head, inha