[ axis ]
in the darkest of nights the memory of his touch is all I ever need just to help me get by. my nights are dreamless and unsavory yet i feel his fingertips ghosting over my neck and his warm lips pressed against my pulse. my thoughts, they scare me are they even thoughts? they are not in the least lucid it's like how you see movement in murky water,you have no clue what it could be but you know they're treacherous for your well-being.
today the seating arrangement was changed, i ended up sitting in the place that once was his throne and now he sits right before me so close that i could touch him and see how the hair at the base of his neck curls. this turn of events has made his axis hover close to mine. now the question arises, how much is the probability of his axis intersecting mine?
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Translucère
Short Storytranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
