We can make peace with it, That is what sanctuary is. Proof of concept, I need you not to scream. Why are you here? Baby pink walls, velvet sheen, Spines and thorns are the trim around a sinking soul. Husk boy, false eyelashes, I don their skin for more than just warmth. I know myself better than you could have ever thought. I am the bouquet, drink from my hip. I won't open boxes that I'm told not to.