um sorry I disappeared

[americasuitehearts]

There’s a snake slivering through my bones. It’s thin and as black as the ink staining the side of your hands. It’s forked tongue, a deep red color, flicks at my nerve connections until I can’t focus on anything else. The snake courses its way through my veins and the dead hunk of my chest called a heart. It constricts around it— the last of my life squeezed out and violently coughed up. It then moves through my guts and out my throat until it spews out of my mouth in the form of word vomit. It leaves me shaking, wrung out, and entirely alone until it finds its way back into my body. My soul. It always does.