As the bruises fade, the lightning aches.
Last week, making love, you bit me.
Now the blue and dark have gone
and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils,
then paler to become until my body
is all my own and what that ever got me.
i’m laughing i love the “Would send him to outer space" thing like
- sharp: keith
- oduya: bickell
- kane: toews
- bickell: bollig
- shaw: bollig
- bollig: shaw
- leddy: shaw
- saad: shaw
- seabrook: shaw
- crawford: shaw
- smith: shaw
- toews: shaw
there’s almost everyone choosing shawsy and then we have krugs who idk if he’s innocent or just straight up sarcastic but
- kruger: leddy, he likes space