Frosty🍦
His tongue glides when her name is placed on her lips, but now her forename has been tossed aside, forgotten.
Babe. It swirls around his tongue, sickly sweet.
She bites into the nickname, it's firm and icy, a promise she hopes the both of them can keep. She's new to this, has never called anyone by this title.
It makes her feel soft and warm and she clings to him like a security blankets, her past, a dead man bleeding out on the floor.
It's a treat she can't get enough of, she craves it. He melts on her skin.
She doesn't remember the last time he's called her by her name. It's ethereal.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
