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The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to. Advertisements
I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille.
Naked legs in the dark rose petal bath my delicate hand holds a wine glass full of wishes, ifs, and maybes. Slowly, I sip wishing men who kiss me know their every touch replays on my skin your rough robbery of my body. Maybe … Continue reading
The rain drowns this spring season a young life dies for no reason like me.
Night’s feathers stroke the day darkening the shiny glints the sun kissed upon the clay drowsy rose petals sigh and lilacs play before the stars take our attention demanding that we stay.