Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]

── 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘. and i'll watch your words of cloying sweet honeycomb snap into thick silence, thicker than roses drowned in ivory milk, engrave tragedy into my fate with the blade of my own archenemy.

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sprinkle the ashes of your lover over your cocaine heart POETRY / PROSE © putrescentpoet cover by @satinebones