i think of you before i go to sleep
i think of how you held me against the door
kissed me like you liked me
i think of my voice-
half lost in your mouth
i once thought i would love you forever
winters have gone and come back
and my thoughts are voluntary
this is a ritual
i try to smell the red of the flames
now all i get is smoke
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Puisiand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
