green eyes, black hair, tanned skin
she had melted at the sight of him, but held it back
the rest of their days were spent mean mugging each other
if anyone asked, she said she loved him like a brother
but down in the pits where magma burned her cheeks
she kissed him deeply, where no one could see her sin
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
