it's pouring out of me,
into me,
onto me.
it looks like silk in my mind,
your deep turquoise dress sliding to the cold floor
or liquid wax,
hot and ready to let its wick burn for as long as it lasts
maybe it's blood,
a drop pricked from my fingertip, a wound gushing and drying crimson on dark skin
it could be water,
rippling around me as i dive, tumbling me in the tide's pull, choking me on the salty sea
either way, i'm watching it develop a full pool around me as
you grab my hair and force me to drown in it all
lmk what you think in a comment (or vote), and have a good day/evening/night <3
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Poetrybursts: the words that come out of my brain when i get inspired. spontaneous and (hopefully) impactful poetry. (some poems contain death, suicide, murder, and mentions of rape. message me if u want a list of trigger warnings for each poem.) p.s. t...
