bodilycorrupted

real-scremu:

Cloud Rat - Widowmaker

Scars resemble the wilderness. 
A marbling of reflected light. 
Obscure and perfect she floated to me. 
My fancies are as noble as a tree. 
Smoke pouring from his split lips, crackling and cackling. 
She drank his remedy of silence and spit once more that night. 
Her rusted joints couldn’t take it anymore: 
She pushed paralyze and watched his blood spread across the floor. 
"She is made in a dark light, an afterthought, 
A second solution after the first one had failed.”