like christ, i had become intimately acquainted with violence and the sins of the world, but i had not come away unblemished. only violence felt
like holiness to me anymore.
it's been a while hasn't it, my lord? i heard there's a few new ... ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ช๐ข๐ณ ... occupants inside the suitcase.
oh? why make that face? uncomfortable? don't worry my lord, just give me a name and i'll take care of the rest.
Surrounded by impossible heights,
Back leaning against the broken concrete,
Look up, keep looking up,
The burning in your chest never ceases,
The thorns nestled in your throat begs,
โโ โ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ. โ
i begin to feel a new tenderness toward you๏ผ very raw and unfamiliar๏ผ like what i remember of love when i was youngโโlove that was so often foolish in its objectives but never in its choices๏ผ its intensities.
( She discreetly disposed half of her lit up cigarette. She sneaked out of the Suitcase without telling Vertin. She didn't expect to run into anyone who knew her. Few did. )