ㅤㅤㅤ◜ ◝ ͡ ◜ ◝ ͡ ◜ ◝ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyva presents /!\ SCRAP : descriptions of violence / guns ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ My little deer, Eyes too wide, Legs too thin. You didn’t even flinch. During the click. My little deer, soft as dusk, through the trees. To the light. The way it broke, Like a joke. A crack. not of a twig, But of a childhood split clean, By something louder, then God itself. My little deer, forgive us. We never deserved your quiet.
