i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
how it feels.
i wish i could
stop
watching you.
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
how it feels.
i wish i could
stop
watching you.
*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre
Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?
Because I fear
For the warm skin
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
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