Yeah that’s good.

monsters, by nikita gill.

i start the day lying and end with the truth / that i’m dying for the knife      — mitski, “working for the knife”

any time now, he’s gonna say it’s love.                    you never called it what it was. 

the idea you had of me, who was she?                    a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel                              whose shine reflects on you?

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?                     just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?

—william blake

4.11 A Promise To The Dead