Maegan Angerine [repack] [ ORIGINAL ]

She pulled a small vial from her cardigan pocket. It was filled with a shimmering, golden liquid. "Tears of a clown, harvested from a matinée in 1924. Very potent."

The snippet featured a raw, a cappella line before a beat dropped: "You said you'd wait for me / But I saw you in the doorway / Holding someone who wasn't a ghost." maegan angerine

Maegan looked at her reflection. Her eyes had a faint amber glow now—the first sign of overripe. If she kept feeding her wrath, the fruit would grow inside her, turning her blood to juice, her bones to pith. She’d become a statue of candied fury, preserved forever in her own resentment. She pulled a small vial from her cardigan pocket