run your hands over me
run your hands over my soft skin
milky white and smooth and
am i smooth?
run your hands through my silky hair
dark and stained with dye
used to be blonde, used to be black
remains brown. remains brown always
run your hands over me
run them over my sin
run through me, run me dry
ring me out and throw me to the side
YOU ARE READING
& the moon
شِعر& the moon is a piece of all my poetry, crammed into one 'fanfiction.' it is me & my poetry, my trauma pieces and everything else. it is my work, my reasons, my thoughts. poetry has no rules, and i probably am not even that good lmfao.
