Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever
[kissing shadows]
Sometimes I wake up to the sound of my heart beating against my chest, and I can hear whispers from unknown faces, faces that laugh at me somewhere, gently and mockingly. I like to pretend the little light streaming from the window into my lonely dorm room also forms a face on the floor, a puddle of light I can collect later and store in a vile.
If I look hard enough, maybe I can squint as see your face in the darkness, all pronounced hair and eyes, watching me with a malice on your face born of some untouchable fear, fear of me, perhaps?
But it's the shadows that scare me the most, the way they close in on me, and sometimes I feel so suffocated, running out of breath underneath smothering sheets and bedclothes.
That's when I pretend you lean in and kiss me.
The shadows go away when I look at your face.
By: ShinigamiForever
[kissing shadows]
Sometimes I wake up to the sound of my heart beating against my chest, and I can hear whispers from unknown faces, faces that laugh at me somewhere, gently and mockingly. I like to pretend the little light streaming from the window into my lonely dorm room also forms a face on the floor, a puddle of light I can collect later and store in a vile.
If I look hard enough, maybe I can squint as see your face in the darkness, all pronounced hair and eyes, watching me with a malice on your face born of some untouchable fear, fear of me, perhaps?
But it's the shadows that scare me the most, the way they close in on me, and sometimes I feel so suffocated, running out of breath underneath smothering sheets and bedclothes.
That's when I pretend you lean in and kiss me.
The shadows go away when I look at your face.
