Plagued by the promiscuity of no words,
That leave my brain pregnant with voluptuous thoughts that tend to over whelm me as they are not given birth to but rather linger like a shore in lingerie,
Dirty I feel after rounds of pure painful displeasure that break my virginity without a single word said,
The blood trickled down my legs as I grieved over words not spoken,
Discharge discoloured by the vibrant pigmentation of no words,
I was not sure what styles he used but I recognised the "silent treatment."
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Poetic Poignancies.
PoetryThis is an anthology of poems that sum up my experiences during the 18 years that I've been alive. All work is original including the cover art but not the media.
