inflorescence, Poetry

you–Live Read

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inflorescence, night-bloomer, Poetry

your scent

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inflorescence, Poetry

love should taste like

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Poetry

the same song

we were out of tune; off-key, each caress felt wrong, more unlikely than stars without a blanket of dreams. dreading you, dreading us, i tore skin, for you, i gouged flesh, for us. nothing but a bag of bones, for what? in vain? or for us? cowardice mice, men dressed in false skins, we were… Continue reading the same song

Chapters for My Book

Chapter 2: Visions From a Madman~PART 2

I sometimes feel trapped from behind my facade. It is tiring. It is necessary. I am a walking liar. i am a thief. Appearance is vital for Ana. If people were to know the true that lurked from behind her eyes, would they run screaming or come to her aid? REVISED PREVIOUS: Chapter 2 Part… Continue reading Chapter 2: Visions From a Madman~PART 2

writing

maybe

maybe in another life, you could have been mine; maybe in another life, you could have access to all my secrets. The key to my heart, my thighs, my lips, I wonder what you would have sampled first? Would you have devoured me with nothing but tongues and lips? Would you have laughed and grabbed… Continue reading maybe

conversations with him

conversations with him: 0.05

my first thought is you, when I open my eyes, alone in my bed. when you fuck her, I pray for your health, wrapped in my frustrations and jealousy, alone in my bed. It used to ache, the pain but I've learned how to live with it, bleeding profusely from a wound that has me… Continue reading conversations with him: 0.05