it spreads through your skin
caresses your chest into a warm hug
kisses your cheeks, burning and wet
massages the brackets of your fingers
cloaks your thought to solemn sleep
while whispering,
"you're not okay, sweetie."
"but oh, how I love you so."
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...
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Poesiashe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
