so silver bright
Is this playlist safe for work?

bone is bloodstone


Death had left her bruised and full of phantom pains. Death had filled her with jagged pieces of herself that she did not recognize as something she’d had before she died. Death had taken her apart and pieced her back together with an icy kind of elsewhere, the kind that only came from being tipped forward one too many times into a yawning, loud abyss while rain came down in bone-chilling sheets. And, although it had cleansed the mercury from her system and she had not been alone, it had left her hungry. It had left her cold.

{a mix for tracy stewart & the afterlife (and coming back from the dead.)}
[morbid/"emo" ficlet here:]

8 tracks
Comment on this mix