Into the Asphalt (girlxgirl/lesbians/lgbtq)

Trouble lingers upon my lips like the burn of hazard warning; I shouldn't be doing this and every bone in my body is screaming for me to stop.

Green eyes control me like a snake in Medusa's den, coaxing me to dirty my hands in dried mahogany and dripping rosé. She feeds upon my gaze and feasts upon my soul as if it were her final meal on death row.

But in this case I am on such row, words of Caesar to Brutus following me amongst my wake, tirelessly I walk, entraced. I walk until I can feel nothing, until I am nothing. Veronica Kelly is my mind,

Veronica Kelly possesses my soul.

Death hath no fear like man to a woman, and here I lay myself gently,

into the asphalt.