I'd like to think of you as a salt.
To pinch you until you became fine and iodized.
You've had always wanted to be as someone who makes me wanna crave for a man like you.
For you to be tasted salty.
And for me to pinch you evenly until it dissolves.
You'd never leave me dry until I was entirely saturated by you.
The plasma inside you creates a heavenly place for me to enter.
Only to be loved by you, to get even with you.
To be oozingly obsessed by you.
You draw my stomach with lots of creatures that I wanted to know more and discover.
A canvas filled within the shades of prosaic and prosodic features.
A brush that was filled with blue, purple, and black.
So that I can be a midnight blue to you.
My canvas isn't that sweet and earthen as you had thought it would be.
You put the salt onto my canvas so that it can be mixed and balanced.
To be perfectly saturated at the deepest trenches of your skin and for me to breathe and swim under the harsh sole of my sleeves until it reaches through your colossal membrane.
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INDIGO
Short Story"A pain that was created with chaos, filled within the shades of purple and blue - ceased by you." DATE STARTED: OCTOBER 20,2024 DATE ENDED: NOVEMBER 3,2024
