in the Beginning, there is a thing made of clay. rough palms and gravel voice, starlit cheeks. it blinks. it breathes.
it Asks.
the words crumble at the edges and from within the clay-dark mouth, they emerge stained. cupped in just-formed hands, they lose most of their shape.
the thing makes of them an offering, anyway.
for a moment, the clay parts and gives way to a jewel-studded gaping. a tap. the thing cracks open. inside, it is hollow.
inside a yawning mouth lays; a prayer, worn thin with wanting. a plea, shaved to the bone. a question.
bleeding still.
it's made a mess of the forests, see. red-wet and brown-dry and ever sticky, it covers the bark in smears. it has not rained in days, and the trees are starving. the clay stays, dripping, even after the thing has left, see.
in the dark, it lays still, gravel-hands draped over sharp-edged, brilliant ribs.
- how fares my heart? how break my bones? where lives my laughter?
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t4t sonado yuri be upon ye
saw @youhalfwit asking for sapphic sonadow on twt and i hear u and i see u and ur so right
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The Creation of Adam, Michelangelo / Puppet History, Watcher
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You somehow simultaneously make lawrence look like a sexy old man and an cute anime girl at the same time. I admire your skills (/pos)
have an actual manga panel i did just for this lovely ask
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