ImpossibleDream91

it is the third of october and i am building a castle for us out of feathers, bird bones, ocean waves and library book pages. anything to keep our feet from touching the ground. you are sin, he whispers and his fingers trail cold fire down my side, scorching flesh and freezing bone; brittle pieces of me shatter as they hit the stained linoleum floor. don't wake me from this nightmare. i whisper a nursery rhyme as i walk down our autumn path. kamikaze leaves fall, trailing fire as they throw themselves from the branches, down, down, to cold pavement below. your words echo in my mind a constant reminder that i am sin but you, you were ne