mottymano

The branch broken, The heavy doors shut, The locks slammed and turned. Siblings! A peculiar and a funny word, Where there is no respect for one and no forgiveness from another. Look away from each other, They turn away, Now they have their backs to each other. The bond! Is it so weak? Is it this vulnerable? I shudder to think if this is what love is? Based on material things and possessions. I shun this concept, I loathe this idea, Sibling love is unique and beautiful. I smile but they don't know what 'it' is, She acts like a vulture, While he steps back, to be safe and away. Ah sibling love! What do you think? What do y

tick. tick. tick. tick. there's a pocketwatch where my heart should be, and it ticks with every beat. the chain's wound all the way up my spine, strung between vertebrae and hanging down against the white of my ribcage. it rattles every fiber of my being, down to the very last nerve and tendon, sending shivers through my skull and twitching my fingertips. tick. tick. stop. tick. it's broken, skipping a beat. forcing adrenaline into my skeleton as time seems to slow, slow, and my mind rushes faster and faster like it's running a marathon. it's so blinding, i can't even feel where i was cut open. i come undone, my intestines twisting a