FIRST ACT : PIECE SIX
beneath his moon bruised skin were his burden stitched into decaying flesh, woven into his cursed bloodstream and bones too small for himself â see a boy born for tragedy.
the waxing moon did well to kiss his flushed cheeks, dripped his sheet tangled body in an other worldly glow; heart leaping, sweat drenching, rushed breaths puffed past soft boy's lips, rin okumura was trapped in an endless night terror.       falling,
falling,
falling ( re. the descent to hell is a long one for those wingless boys ) into a void where everything aches: unrequited love, smashed rib cages, cigarette smoke filled lungs & tear-soaked lipped goodbyes.
when will it end?