ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝓰od⠀⠀ ⠀ didn’t⠀⠀ ⠀ give ⠀⠀ ⠀ you ⠀⠀ ⠀ that ⠀⠀ ⠀ gift ⠀⠀ ⠀ ཀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ to ⠀⠀ ⠀ bury ⠀⠀ ⠀ it ⠀⠀ ⠀ in ⠀⠀ ⠀fear.

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⊹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ྐ✚
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓄧 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓍢ִ໋

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

https://t.co/2U3pfOdXIZ

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

https://t.co/7DmIL60mjF

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
⠀⠀⠀

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

https://t.co/9karIY1f1N

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𖦹 ⋮ shd’s⠀⠀ apocrypha
⠀⠀⠀⠀

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

https://t.co/7DmIL60mjF

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

@musicsvamp ／ so … write with me.

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

／ does anyone want my boy ablaze?

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

@musicsvamp ／ i’m gonna show up at your house.

[ᵂᴬᴷᴱ ᵁᴾ༝ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓈ℎ𝑒𝑝 @rottenforge]

rosary twisted tight around his fist — clenched hard enough for the cross to bite through his palm. blood slipped between his knuckles, falling slow into the black mouth of the marsh below. head bowed like prayer. like penance.