Thistlewitch
10-08-2016, 09:09 PM
| Poser was a wraith in the woods. They had garnered their name from him. They'd taken his name, they'd dragged his aesthetic far away. Eaten it. There was something eating him alive as well. Destroying him. Hell, Poser is always destroying himself from the inside out. Eating himself alive. Fuck, when was the last time he'd eaten? When was the last time he'd eaten something, devoured it, other than the drugs? Even then, his system had purged them. He'd puked in the woods this morning, he'd let them go from his system. Maybe he'd cleanse. Maybe he'd let his body pull all the substances away. Destroy them. Destroy himself. He would destroy himself and let his mind bleed dry. He was already bleeding dry, hell. There was something in him. Something that made him feel and not feel, all in the same breath. False step, faltering step, he was out in the woods at night. When had the darkness come on? When had the darkness become him? A shadow wrapped around the shoulders of a shadow. He is real, he is alive. He is dead, he is gone. Poser is all the good looks of a model. Cocaine chic. He starves himself and then binges. Binge and purge, purge and binge. Drugs. He would unhinge his jaw and let go. A snake. Everything is so bizarre and so empty. He is empty, and his bed is empty at night. Those were all the things that would kill him in the end. It doesn't answer the question... when did it get to be so dark out? Poser isn't real at all. He never has been and he never will be. A sliver of a creature in the silver night. All that can be seen for real are his eyes, glinting blue. He glimmers. It's easiest that way, sparkling. He'd rather shine, he'd rather sparkle, than be real at all. A real, live ghost. A shadow, the corner of your eye, just out of view. He was always just out of view. A little bit of vodka on your breath, spilled on the hem of your t-shirt. Black jeans and a black t-shirt, pale skin, blue eyes-- he would be more gorgeous that way. He would have been more gorgeous. Here he is, a ghost and a shadow all at once. A real ghost is around the corner, but she has a scent. That's the only thing that keeps him from truly believing he's lost his mind is that she has a scent. "Can you see me?" That's all. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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