What if I decided to stay?
The engraved cracks of my heart woven into my very being would be paved over, erased.
What if I wasn't so indecisive?
Bodies grinding, lips grazing, sounds of moaning.
The taste of salt on my tongue.
Chapped lips trembling.
Headaches, temples throbbing.
Sore throat, dry cheeks.
Traumatization.
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Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.
