for someone so mild, you’ve got nothing on but a snarky smile. your beliefs gather like the copper coins beneath my mattress. you’ve been looking so much more like your demons these days. it’s good to see you’ve grown into them. I’ve heard the wolves howl to you now.
I hear you’ve been snatching terrible dreams right out of the children’s head. you make believe in worse things than miracles. I’m following you out into the night, your horns glowing like candles in the desert. in my heart. with your shadow stained hands & your ocean eyes. you can always walk steps ahead of me, you can always run the roughest path.
you can run away. but the wind catches the scent on your woodland fur. preach all you want about saving me, my eyes are after you like sparrows leaving their tree. I will never take back what I’ve said: you’ll always smell like mandarins to me.
— SUPERSTITIONS // Patricia Camille Antony