katrina de la fontaine, district two | finished [CB]

Girl, perfectly her, broken and hurt
Soft and asleep in the morning gray
Shake off the night and don’t hide your face
The sun lights the world with a single flame
I want you to see this

Velvet chokers and diamond tears — there's something beautiful about damnation. Katrina wants to make history, to become a masterpiece in her own right; to be sculpted from marble and left to break. Empty houses and empty hearts, they're all the same. Three mirrors in the hallway, glass on the floor. She dances across the wreckage like she's not afraid of bleeding.

She's got a kind soul, but her hands are cold and her eyes are starless. Sneaking out of windows, burning her throat with whiskey shots — nothing's more fun than digging your own grave. And her life is good, she treasures her family, but she often feels restless. Wealth is a cage, and she's a vulture; she has no song to sing. She's so full of rot, so numb to the touch.

All these fake roses,
and all these porcelain vases;
all she knows is how to shatter.

Today and all of your days, I’ll wear your pain
Heal what I can in your troubled mind
Sometimes our bodies will hurt for some time
And the beauty in that can be hard to find
I want you to find it

song: girl - SYML
table: dars