• Hannah Flowers

your eyes shine in the sunlight like a jar of honey sitting in a window said that i would keep this secret but my best friend already knows i can’t contain it or control it the way admiration grows i still smell you in my hair and it fans this fire within i feel you when you’re not there the ghost of your hands on my skin and if heaven takes me from you i will live a life of sin i only want you.

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(un)holy ground

what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool

you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

candles / spores

you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh