"Like the shades of the sky licking neon in a flame, or the drifting aftertaste of the dark..."

“Like the shades of the

sky licking neon in a

flame, or the drifting

aftertaste of the dark

rose’s pull—you, also a

spell in curse. Too close

and flesh is open. Singed, I

turn away. Burnt, I

remember you.”

- S.A. Khanum  (via wnq-writers)