A tiny vague poem of Hunter angst whilst he’s out clothes shopping because the boy is emo, even in the jewellery section at Claires. We love him for it!
*stares at you*
*puts on sick shades*
*recedes to the sound of a fiddle*Beth if ur reading this ily sorry I’m never around any more 💔
Whilst picking through jewellery
Bending down to peer in
Hunter comes face to face with his own reflection,
Dimly lit in a yellow brass plate.
He draws back in a rush of horror as
Iron floods into his mouth
Salt tracks down his face
and poison slithers around his ear.
He decides anew
As if he never had before
Gold was never his colour.
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