his tongue
tastes of ash in my mouth
his touch;
now poisonous in its intimacy
a murder is committed with unstained hands every time i hand over my body
knowing
my heart wears a new crack in its veneer
- rory
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lined in ember
PoesíaI've debated with myself for countless hours over whether or not I should put this out for public consumption. So if by some miracle you are seeing this, then please know that I am shocked I finally ladied up and pushed that damn publish button. Enj...
