elysianink:

i. let’s talk about the things i want to be: not the smoke but the fire, not the click of the trigger but the bite of the bullet

ii. the blood on your sheets was still fresh the last time we saw each other. you smiled like a wolf, like a hunting rifle (you can run but you can’t hide and oh darling, the foxes are coming) and i left my ribcage in a pile by the door as a promise like lace and a taunt like steel (try to find me now)

iii. he hasn’t found me yet. my ribs are under his floorboards – our dirty little secret.

iv. i have been sick and tired for a long time – always run and hide and run again. i do not want to be the calm, i want to be the storm. i do not want to be the warning, i want to be the impact, and damn anyone who gets in my way-

v. the only way i know how to smile is to snarl. the only way i know how to love is to kill.

vi. his horses wear the shoes from their hooves and his dogs are on the scent. let them come – let them trample the grass of the hills, sound trumpets and spread like wildfire. we will see who is the gun and who is the gunsmoke, who is the hunter and who is the hunted

vii. he wants me to love him. i smile.

viii. (try to find me now.)

- thrill of the chase // abby