Monster Handler
Trash mammal extraordinaire
Addicted to tea, crafting, and dragon age
Collector of magical artifacts
Intellectually hostile since before you could walk
when the world starts to make sense again—
you don’t want to get off.
Your legs shake.
Your breath is stolen.
But damn, wasn’t it worth the line?
Wasn’t it worth
the fall?
when the world starts to make sense again—
you don’t want to get off.
Your legs shake.
Your breath is stolen.
But damn, wasn’t it worth the line?
Wasn’t it worth
the fall?
Turns.
Laughter loud enough to drown out the fear.
A hand in yours—
tight.
Like it knows this track better than you.
Like they built it for two.
You brace for the crash,
but it never comes.
Just more motion,
more falling,
more rise.
More them.
Turns.
Laughter loud enough to drown out the fear.
A hand in yours—
tight.
Like it knows this track better than you.
Like they built it for two.
You brace for the crash,
but it never comes.
Just more motion,
more falling,
more rise.
More them.
Just long enough to remember what flying felt like
Before life ever hurt
You scream—maybe
You kiss—definitely
You forgot your own name
But you remember theirs.
Like it was carved on the seat beside you long before you sat down.
Just long enough to remember what flying felt like
Before life ever hurt
You scream—maybe
You kiss—definitely
You forgot your own name
But you remember theirs.
Like it was carved on the seat beside you long before you sat down.
You want to get off.
You never want it to end.
You’re sure you’re in control,
Until the air thins and your name tastes like someone else’s whisper on your tongue.
And then—
Drop.
No warning
No mercy
You want to get off.
You never want it to end.
You’re sure you’re in control,
Until the air thins and your name tastes like someone else’s whisper on your tongue.
And then—
Drop.
No warning
No mercy
No, I won’t be elaborating
No, I won’t be elaborating
I switched over to that because business cards were expensive
I switched over to that because business cards were expensive
Gods help me. I am a lovesick fool and there isn’t a city I wouldn’t burn to ash to make sure I come home to him one day.
Gods help me. I am a lovesick fool and there isn’t a city I wouldn’t burn to ash to make sure I come home to him one day.