you traced patterns
on her thighs
with her blood
you kissed
her cold lips
with a breath of dioxide
and you loved her
sleeping
in her tomb
– darkest
YOU ARE READING
palette
Poezjashe built herself a castle but it was a castle made of cards even the queen of hearts would not be able to shield hers.
dead
you traced patterns
on her thighs
with her blood
you kissed
her cold lips
with a breath of dioxide
and you loved her
sleeping
in her tomb
– darkest
