the world was always an off shade of purple, red, green. black lipstick accentuated the corners of bright pink lips, runny mascara dripped down from long lashes that curled onto luscious cheek bones.
beauty wasn't what it was described as. no, it was called the harmony of perfect visualization, animal machinery tinting our skin to the perfect setting, music escaped as the flaw of our bones and flesh.
the air was thick, every stroke of air painting the scenery blue with death and death and death.
grunge horror widened our eyes as a sensation like no other filled our minds, leaving through our mouths, tears falling with hot youth and a rush of adrenaline.
my heart caught in my throat, every thump, every beat, every pulse right against every nerve and my senses were flooded with fat emotions, lust and love and every hormone flushing every inch of skin, every crawl of life of our bodies.
tic-toc-tic-tic-toc-tic
thump-bump-a-thump-a-bump
another rhythm, another heavenly pulse.
a swing of welcome into maturity and teen youth.
it was changing direction all the time.
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
