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I love to watch your skeleton
As it lives beneath your skin
Your ribcage pushing outwards
While you try to breathe me in.
We can't get much closer
Than the connecting of our hips
And the conversation of our tongues
Behind connected lips.
I'm content with lying
In the corners of your arms
Until the world dissolves us
And our souls take to the stars.
As it lives beneath your skin
Your ribcage pushing outwards
While you try to breathe me in.
We can't get much closer
Than the connecting of our hips
And the conversation of our tongues
Behind connected lips.
I'm content with lying
In the corners of your arms
Until the world dissolves us
And our souls take to the stars.
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Lucero
My fingertips touch your lips—and I know sensation;
Warm scarlet pillows meant for caressing my eyes,
Your voice arouses me;
a visceral sensation
—I’m so in love with you,
I barely know your name.
Your hair—rolling waves of obsidian glory;
Its dark luminosity reflects in my eyes…
Painted cheeks adorned with the curls of your lashes,
I breathe in your breath and I am hypnotized.
Your voice: strong as the ocean, warm as a mother’s embrace—
Your eyes: bleeding caramels and the dullest of grey—
Your teeth: the purest white of the heavenly lace—
I can taste you on my teeth;
Oh, tell
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Pulse
There's a pulse in my throat,
And a pulse in my heart.
It shivers, beats, flutters,
Like it wants to get out.
I grip my sides, my shoulder blades,
And hold it in.
I shall not let it escape.
There's glitter dust in my eyes
And a shattered bone in my left ear
That hurts like hell.
But I have learned not to cry.
The corners of my mind are lightless.
Sputtering candles snuffed out long ago.
I strike a match, set spark to the pages
Of my little black book of secrets,
Hoping the flame will catch.
The words are burning, ablaze,
Ablaze.
But the paper curls and the fire eats the words.
And yet there is still no light.
You must kno
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From the Depths of Insanity
I knew you once, when you were a tortured little girl, kicking and screaming at whomever came near. When you scratched and clawed and bit at your own skin like a possessed thing. I was there on those days you tried to throw yourself down flights of stairs, through windows and under cars. And every single time you took a hit off that bowl, a drag on a cigarette, or injected who-knows-what into your veins. I was the laughing in your ear when you spent hours sobbing in your mother's arms, then turned on her as well. When you were pegged as an unstable thing and thrown aside like the rag-doll you were. I was the one scratching at your brain as yo
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WOW!!! Sobeautifully enriching!!! <3 <3