BUCKINGHAM PALACE IS MINE // Window's storage & thoughts

[Valerie Lingré]

an alias, a whisper. quiet quiet quiet quiet. no noise should be made, remember? remember what jeridisire had said? remember how they had told you to shut the hell up and just observe? how they had all told you, those soulless eyes, to just watch and observe and not speak not make a noise don't say anything? remember? remember how they dragged your limp body to the altar and pressed you against the stone and made you bleed and bleed and bleed and then they feed and feed and feed?

nono this wasn't real, they assured you as your lifeblood drained from your body and all over the floor and in their mouths and their eyes glowing red stared back at you with smiles and laughters and promises of warmth and happiness and everything better. you smiled back at them and said it was okay and they kept taking taking taking and taking until you were completely empty and dry and you had nothing left to offer. the skulls danced, they laughed and they shone and they glowed and showed you perfect happy visions of everything you did not have.

more skulls more flowers more antlers jabbing into your spine your neck your face your lips your paws your mouth your body your everything until they were stringing you along in a happy little dance and song and bringing you through the waterfall to wash all your sins away.

━ valerie