FANMIX: and storms for lungs
When the dead girl's uncle brought home a vicious little wolf she fed him scraps from her fingertips, despite the blood welling where he nicked her. This is a Wuthering Heights story. They both had wild hearts under their ugly skin. When the world burns, he said to her, we will take it with our teeth and claws. You are a monster like me.
When the king died she took the crown from his head, broke it up into pieces and ate every one. It gave her a stomach ache for the rest of her life. And although it made her sad she held the angry wold's hands and said, The world is ours now. We must burn it.
She never forgot. She kept a list of every time her heart had been bruised and she sewed it onto his chest.
He never forgot. He carved the names of his family onto the small of her back with a needle and kissed the skin rising up.
They fell asleep with their hands on their guns and in the morning the city burst into flames.
mix: and storms for lungs
When the king died she took the crown from his head, broke it up into pieces and ate every one. It gave her a stomach ache for the rest of her life. And although it made her sad she held the angry wold's hands and said, The world is ours now. We must burn it.
She never forgot. She kept a list of every time her heart had been bruised and she sewed it onto his chest.
He never forgot. He carved the names of his family onto the small of her back with a needle and kissed the skin rising up.
They fell asleep with their hands on their guns and in the morning the city burst into flames.
mix: and storms for lungs