temptation:
pretty boy with his
hands around my
throat, if evil is an
orgasm
color me in
blood
and name me
'angel' or 'sweet
heart'
i'll respond to all three
pretty boy takes his
atlas hands to wrap
me in a hug just as
i start to scream
for more.
angel sweet heart
don't touch me again
only pretty boy can
see me here
temptation:
i'm bathing in it.
YOU ARE READING
soft light
Poetryi just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
