Begetting Winds
The girls all leaned inland farther from their hearts, away from the prevailing winds of the boy with the sweet tongue.
He ripped everything out of them.
Oh how terrifying, how tragic.
The taste of him on their tastebuds was electrifying, sometimes they wondered if it was even real.
But it was.
It was a blazing sweetness that left an ache on their tongues.
He was untamed, praised.
And when he left, these girls hearts softened but in the night they were filled with pounding rage.
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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...
