Sabaism . Content Warning.
Mapping scars with the corner of fingertips on her sand like skin, her rosetta gaze bestowed upon the universal pearl constellations that shuttered with alleia on the exquisite piece of blue and plumbeous black. It was already past midnight- darkened and quiet. Brontides rang within the north rhythm of december azure. The majestic pearl that hung over the thoughts of blue and plambago pieces was already devoured by the mooning angel of rain and heaven. Her perlite gaze trailed the angels roaming and kissing the constellations up there. Giggles of them rang inside her neurons, beckoning the brontides to fade away, far away from her. Yet, it was too late. Fluttered gazes of her tasted flavors of nothing, yet soon closed shut as the drops of downpours planted soft kisses upon them. She savored the taste of nothing, quite enjoyably. She always loved the flavors of nothingness. To say clearly, the flavours were hollow. Satire to say you will. But she loved hollows more than necessary. Maybe it reminded her of her existence?
