you’re standing at the door fiddling with your keys and I hate myself because I know what you want to hear and I don’t have those words inside me or maybe I do but they stay lodged in my throat or maybe more likely I only have them for someone else a someone else that […]
go on, lay your lips upon my thighs suckle there you will find yourself come alive there in my valley drink down my rivers of life gushing in torrents lap me with that soft and thick tongue my fingers will plow furrows in your hair while my land quakes and shudders curl your tongue taste […]
and this moment arrived when I first came to understand all that had gone before had led up to this very moment this the edge of the precipice where I could step off and fall fall fall unending breeze past my watering eyes heavy and light no weight but ever plummeting or I could cling […]
Using ashes, mixed with tears, I smear mud across my skin Over my breasts and down my ribs Handfuls caked In my hair, over my eyes Down my legs and past my thighs May these ashes, these tears, Cleanse me, renew me See, I’m dirty, filthy, disgusting How I let him take the best part […]
how quickly I faded from your memories from your every day how my touch turned to echoes tiptoeing across your skin yet I can still recall in great detail your sexy voice in my ear details and expletives spilling upon our sheets I can still feel you between my thighs branding your name there using […]
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Her heart is a cathedral. Bright stain-glassed windows, each a story to tell. So her own story is mapped out in ink across her breast. The entrance, tall imposing doors, not easily opened with gargoyles guarding each side, lips raised in stark, snarling warning. Beware. Yet, if you simply step past them, you’d find they […]
Cover me in your blanket of stars Allow your light to kiss my cheeks Surround me by your dark embrace Cradle your palm beneath my chin Absorb my shuddering pale knees Bleach out my bare brittle bones Scour away my self-taught lies Infuse my heart with redeeming faith Believe in my capacity to learn Compose […]
cracked rib grants light an entrance but never a splinter more your surgeon’s fingers itch then reach beyond but jagged edges impart red ribbons twisting pulled tight over gooseflesh bloodshot eyes grimace let us go back to resuscitation ball of clay can’t weep precious life squeezed and molded to conform it holds its forever shape […]
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