ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

nature is a whore.

sin as sweet as wine.

a man takes his sadness down to the river / but then he's still left / with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he's still left with his / hands. POETRY © putrescentpoet 2021

I think I burnt down an angel once.

bruises on the fruit.

I don't think I fear god anymore, But I fear you. [prose poetry] ©lilacwine-

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

"..and just so you know, old sport, that boy eats hearts." copyright © donnastartt 2016