hungry,
seeking refuge
in ruptured bodies,
shrivelled tongues sweeping
through sweat
covered skins.
look at us,
marinating in hollow
desires,
our lips now open gates;
letting prayers slip
through, wrapped
in desperate moans,
& obscene whispers.
look at us,
tearing into each other,
our hollow ribs, aging baskets
tasked, to gather
raging seas.
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Poetry"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
