blood sample
in my silk
pink purse
i'm into potions,
into sex magic,
mix your soul
with mine
and let me
become
something
i want to wrap your
hand around my
ancient spine,
tell me i'm
selfless
make it about me,
baby, make my
skin boil
heart stop
sacrifice :
i just want to
be happy
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryi just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
