so shall it be, her very core be torn apart by seething fingers, licked, drooling, from her very thickness.

if i told them what this was about, they would probably crucify me.

Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

A poetry collection. ©bil garcia/ flightywords

Stuff I write when I'm bored?

a collection of poems about the small things in life.

The chance of love. This will ride above. Any fear of failure. As I learn to become a sailor.

ichor bleeding down the sky the tragedies of god's burning bright jupiter bleeds © aphrodeiities 2019

What are we but tragic machinations of Time? Ticking, ticking, ticking time bombs