– carnal need.
there's this carnal need,
itching under my skin,
urging me to write.
write;
until i colour every petals of my garden,
until i fluff out every cloud that hangs on my crown,
until every season has blended to fine vernorexia,
until every flame i stoke flickers with strength and red.
there's this carnal need,
for me to write,
until words wipe out my sanity,
and i am but a slate of worlds colliding,
that i create in my mind.
YOU ARE READING
swevens of vernorexia
Şiiri shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
