To Regress

And I see you unravel in the palms of my hands,

and helplessly I watch

as you descend into atrophy.

Worn at the seams, tired, falling apart,

you contemplate your amusement, your pride.

And I am no better.

I prefer you like that.


A/N: My thoughts on Alana Bloom's relationship with Will Graham.

Words: 43

Date: 27. Sept. 2013

Updated: 16. Dec. 2017