my lifeline.

by ty

write about something you treasure alot – in which i spoke about the pendant i can never go a day without.

Constantly backpedalling to its religious descent, eyes shifting as though apprehensive, thoughts unanchored against the intricate carvings against translucent amber. Miniscule and yet much bigger than it seems to be, it surpasses the boundaries of material possession, lying comfortably upon the metallic sensation of thin lines drawn between our definitions of faith and superstition. Against warm sun, it shimmers slightly and just enough to keep my thoughts taut just as its black strings are, albeit doused in the mild stench of age and rough days. And it boils down to how grazed knuckles always heal, and quick, with the cool surface pressed against pale quivering skin.

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