'ink secrets don't keep'
she caresses this statement like a mantra, soundwaves sizzling in her hair.
his girl contorts into a horrorbeauty, the hideous reality perverting her visage (medusa-ed so perfectly that it was demeaning to call her such). cosmonautgirl heads for cover & the boy reaches for (his) girl attempting to capture her within him, evade her from the deception(s) he vomited to miss meteorshowers (thinking she wouldn't fracture the promise).
& (s)he screams 'casanova' convoluting the high(er) frequencies into hallucinogenic shades of mute(iny)