the heavy feeling seeps into your skin, travelling further down to the moist part in your belly, along with worries it settles comfortably, pulling the darkness to blanket it, tugging at your heartstrings the moment you watch an embodiment of love, it was a virus, a bacteria that resided in the pit of your stomach.
YOU ARE READING
POT OF POTION
Random꒰ 📑 ꒱ ·˚ ༘ i was in love with the person, i made with my potion.
