#y/n fic poem-ified (?)

[emrysambrosius]

text : seeing through the folds of the wings, the glitter has now settled, idle and quiet on your back // as my fingers creep up, // learning the verses exposed on your skin // soft curls making their home against my neck, // your face pressed against the bloody garden of thorns, // the steady tap- tap of fidgety feet inside my chest and you're humming along,// nails sinking into my waist // and you're promising to swallow me whole