she shied away because she was afraid of the fire kindling inside of her. terrified of letting her independence slip away, she gave up and took the first plane to an island with nothing but pink sands and white waves✨
even when fear stalled my tongue, and anger took reign, you saw a flower that refused to break💕🌸
It was remiss, how the taste Of you on my lips, drew me in, Drowned me in unending bliss. It should be unfair, how sweet You came to me; soft kisses That disappeared on my skin like mist, You licked my wounds like tears, Flowers petals appeared, where Pain whet like stabbing fears. you pushed,… Continue reading cauterize
Horoscopes: Whenever we would sit around and read horoscopes, we would gasp and cheer at what the stars foretell. Such faraway beings that burn brighter and brighter, when you would tell the story of mine, I wished I could suddenly combust into bright, unwieldy lights. I was destined to be a scorpio: a passionate being… Continue reading Horoscopes:
Wash away the pain that has driven me insane; bathe in the memories that refuse to fade and scrub the bad ones away; Drain out the worries that have tormented me all day; and finally, dry off and shine bright as if you were dipped in sun rays.
I am solid yet also transparent. a goddess born free from mortal desires, i drip with godliness and i am sustained by your adoration. I am the wind that tastes like stars, I am the crushed rose petals That stain your skin like ashes, I am the voice plaguing your thoughts Like an ocean without… Continue reading goddess
Self- conscious: The image in the mirror distorts... The image ripples, distorts as the chatter behind me disappears.Time pauses- a blip in time as the mirror unveils a being fashioned in flesh, muscle, and bone, a being that almost resembles me. She turns left and right, sucks in her stomach and arches her back-hoping to distract… Continue reading self-conscious
Wintersong by S. Jae-Jones Rating: BEWARE: SPOILERS FOR DAYZZ READ MORE REVIEWS Goodreads summary: Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell. All her life, nineteen-year-old Liesl has heard tales of the beautiful, mysterious Goblin King. He is the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground, and the muse around which her music is composed. Yet,… Continue reading Wintersong Review
languid fantasies have commanded the stage for aeons, but have we forgotten the beasts we once were–the beasts who did not need music and poetry to convey what they truly desired?
supple, sensitive skin, a senseless body trapped in a prison that feels everything. sensations lap lovingly on my sweat-slick skin, sensible decisions have been lost dismissed, disregarded as I pursue all aspects of satisfaction. senses rob me , drown me, fill me with pleasure tinged with pain until I am finally desensitized.