𝙼𝙴́𝙼𝙾𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂

I don't think I fear god anymore, But I fear you. [prose poetry] ©lilacwine-

FEMANIA

❝ it was like the words had been ready to spill at any minute and this moment, with the cherry laced smoke from the new cigarette, and the fresh sweetgrass on the breeze from the school field, the coolness of the Formica tiles on her thighs, and the wedding chimes on the wind-was a union of many unsaid things, a gathe...

Desperado

you smell like rosé but taste of death. regulus black  2021 aliiferous