aphelionbruise:

your lover dances on tombstones for a living. she’s got cliff teeth, twisted wire teeth, broken liquor bottle teeth. when she kisses you it cuts your lips. she’s a contact burn, doesn’t abide by the geneva convention, turns your eyes into just blindness with her flash like a gemstone. your lover’s got obsidian on her breath, whiskey halo. she’s an angel. angels are horrifying things.