blow a whistle and spew sweet nothings just to get a glimpse of a soft chest a cleavage that is painted by the hands you can't touch me with by the hands you can't harm me with by the hands you strangled me with be a good man for a day or two just so you can spit and curse under my dress when the su...Read more

polka dots and scars on your starry skin the hums of songs and tales before you crafting your perfect shape wind sculpts your hair the earth gently holds your embrace the moon casts glows on your being even when you don't want to be seen the clouds wish you a better tomorrow the sun wants to kno...Read more

empty digital pixelated screens blood on your fingers slip into mine we stay silent, the blood drips that's the only thing we ever got to hear time passes and the pixels blur your limbs go limp your fingers go numb you're silent, but honey you're bleeding...Read more

i hold my breath for you cuts and bruises that will settle to heal do you want to hurt me? my soul cries my crevices weep i pick at my skin trying to tell why do you want to see me cry? my nails dig deep glistening flesh my ribs dance underneath trying to escape from me trying to find an identity ou...Read more

am i just another image to you? another piece of the puzzle for your landscape of a mortal life another offering to your illness another indication to the gods that you and me, both ache and swell for one another our burning flesh dances together one last time before it all dies down it'll all be ...Read more