im in the shower, the water is hot a hot shower on a rainy day bon iver’s holocene is playing i don’t pay heed to the lyrics the music is beautiful the steam from the shower turns the glass partition foggy i smile the water rushes down my back tickling my spine i smile softly … Continue reading holocene
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bruised.
Oh, when his knuckles turn red, He breathes heavy, I still stay, He loves me, he promised again, Mama, don’t you worry. Hand raised, His lips murmuring the sweet nothings, Fury burning his heart, Words lulling me to the oblivion, Oh mama, don’t you worry. Tender kisses, bruising grips, Blue eyes, skin a different shade, … Continue reading bruised.
hedon.
he brings desire from the unfathomable depths of the vessel i call myself. he stares at me with those sharp eyes of his breathes against the satin soft of my skin pressing feathers; kisses and the ghost of the touches raising goosebumps and leaves me shivering. i gasp when his teeth barely graze break the … Continue reading hedon.
The Scorned Persephone 