𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞𝖉𝖊𝖜 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ✓

sappho could never

10/20/20

we bounce along the grass fields in cotton dresses that swish in the wind. we ignore the eventual redness of our. legs from the bites of chiggers and ticks. we are having too much fun laughing and dancing with the grass up to our hips in height. 

we come upon the bushes of blackberries and pick them with delicate fingers. the thorns catch on our skirts and tear them but we hardly notice. she slips her arm farther in between the limbs to catch more of the fruits but thorns poke her arms. blood begins to run down her arms.

i tell her. "if you suck it, it will stop."

she doesn't respond but looks at the natural wine she has produced.

i grip her arm in my hand and put my lips to her cut. the sweet iron fills my taste buds as i swipe my tongue over it. her blasing blue eyes refuse to lose sight of mine. i can feel the hairs of her arm stand as i know her heart is beating as fast as mine.

we carry the abundance of blackberries in our arms and sit in a bed which once belonged to a freckled dear. the dark ichor of the blackberries dripped from our lips like tears mourning our deities.

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i couldn't resist.