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[deaddecayinghomosapien]

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

Why wouldnt icarus fall to his demise if destruction tastes anything like the sun on your lips//

I ‘d let you twist that knife if you promise to hold me gently.//

- noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

[GHOST OF PATROCLUS TO ACHILLES]. My skin, its a eulogy enough, for it has to bear the burden of knowing what it feels like to be touched by you, to know your heart beat within my chest. It knows what it feels like to hold you through your tears and feel it melt my bones only to be glad, awfully glad you are alive and here with me. They already made us mourn our childhood achilles, please dont mourn me too.

-noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

When you kiss me with your blue lips

And the salt in your red burns my lungs,

(They are burning anyways)

And it gets too heavy too breath,

I swear you feel like love

(And i realised i d rather be breathless)

- noorie

Why is that your hands so cold ,

Burn my lips so gently .

I wonder if you can hear my heart beating

When i taste your fragile skin.

(My heart beween your lungs).

-noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

Why is that your hands so cold ,

Burn my lips so gently .

I wonder if you can hear my heart beating

When i taste your fragile skin.

(My heart beween your lungs).

-noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

Achilles to patroclus

I run towards it, (the sun)like we used to. I am certain i am flying too close. (Paris picks up his bow and charges). My wings melt, its churning my bones, (still not enough). no sun compares to your warmth. I am burning and crashing. ( his arrow pierces my heel), a bloodthirsty kiss. I fall. It smells like clementines. Someone pulls my hand, You are here.(you are here and i want to cry). You’re Laughing, challening me to race to the sunrise.

- noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

Achilles lays his head on patroclus’ chest. He has always been a gentle sleeper, achilles has to check his pulse everytime just to make sure. He puts his mouth on his neck and chuckles, how can his skin so cold burn his lips so gently. He whispers “wake up”. “Please”

- noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

My mother’s rage flows in my dark curls, My father’s ignorance drenches my caramel skin.

I got the worst shades of them and my mother tells me How much she loves it.

- noorie

[deaddecayinghomosapien]

Its better to kill myself then to die at the hands of men who stab and tear through the womb that nourishes them just just so they can cover themselves in the blood of their mother, use it to make the prettiest petal and call it love

- noorie