| ....and in the lazy hours of morning, I felt your heat against my scattered skin. |


In light of new things...Pale light scathes her back. Smoke rises in mist; like souls escaping tense skin.In light of new things...
Needle prick grass catches between her fingers, splintering, tracing down spines
The world's attention stuck on her sandy hair, grains falling in slow motion across plump lips.
Startled eyes, startled heart, seeking fish scale courage
"We need to leave" she puffed
The words twirl and catch fire, the flutters causing sparks
Her hand sliding up his sleeve, shoulder bound.
"Wait until the morning comes" he breathes into her heavy ears.
His eyes stuck on the bl


Tampered thingsThe past washes off like dead skin, Shedding sheets of dust. So many specks upon the furniture... Like tiny obliterated souls, Circling in freckles of lost skin. Its kicked up and sought out by hot wind Torn sails seeking sinking ships.Tampered things
To latch onto, To chase into the abyss.


In the roughDown here life was different. Alleyway walls were singed with imprints of souls, black and festering, sunken soggy figures of mould and moss. Like shadows had been burned into them, like the thick ash outlines of bodies left after a nuclear bomb. He wove down the sleek wet streets with gloved fingers grinding against them, thick streaks of grime and dirt scraped off, falling into darkness. His shady footprints echoed behind him.In the rough
Night. Its sticky tar suffocated lights and stars, letting wanderers become lost and safety flitter away into tiny glass bulbs stuck high up in street lamps. Little trapped wisps of hope. Sound filled the
| ....and in the lazy hours of morning, I felt your heat against my scattered skin. |
autumn ladybug

poison ivy facepincushion heart your holes exude awkward love an awkward fightpoison ivy face
you broke a lot of little arms fucked up a lot of faces a few of your own
you followed a siren into the sea a desperate gallop almost died i almost killed you
born ugly elephant baby broken, bruised your hands open little fingernails of courage
tumbling from the womb, fat arms ready for love
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