My monsters didn’t howl and scream into the dead of night, where only the moon and stars could hear them. They spoke poisoned honey from a silver tongue, dripped molten words into dagger molds that produced blades that cut deeper into the heart than a physical blade ever could.
i feel like they fucked me up so bad and now im stuck like this. im so tired and i hate them. i hate them all so much. i hate how they make me feel i hate how