#dcmbr12th

[ategods]

what a stupid lamb. does elena know? have her lineaments turned mutton without her realizing? white, soft pelage, sprouting from her skin. " what — ? " more reasonably, it's the hollows around her eyes, combined with the gossip around town. as if it were the 15th century, and she some damsel in hysterics, mystifying villagers by isolating herself in her hut for weeks on end only to emerge like she had now. raw & rotting, made out of nothing more than a disintegrating carapace.

                              what a sick, masochistic lion.

" i know. i — " even now, she's struck by the inexplicable urge to defend him, place the blame of his abandonment on herself. on all of her missing parts.

      " that's why i —- why i can't stop thinking about it. "

lyric starter call. / @ategods / ptolemaea , ethel cain

       " you  poor  thing    sweet ,  mourning  lamb    there's  nothing  you  can  do.  it's  already  been  done . "