CW: death
239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ7n3wHgtoy
It buzzes under your skin, an insistent prod at your guts; all twisting and snakelike in the way it coils along your lungs.239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPEecIdMVQb
239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0RR1F31Kd
All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT0VWurkDNg
239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmvekCRQ0gR
It clings to your skin with vengeance, the reek of decaying plants scraping spidery fingers along the grooves and notches in your skull.239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIC3Jni8OoQ
239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LmonZNBIG
Dead and forgotten wishes sink into your bones, collecting in every crevice and crack of your armor less body. Clothes gone too, if the wind stubbornly brushing the flowers— weeds— away futilely is anything to go by.239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCkcndBfQ26
239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeUrxD6a6Ay
Like these flowers, and the wishes they hold tied up in their color— bright yellow, the color of traitors, and soft white, like a morning cloud before rainfall— you too would be forgotten, left to decay in fields of dandelions, preserved by the immortality you did not wish for.239Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsB4sFsTE12
