Due to time constraints and stress, the following blog post will be written in freehand poetry.
Spiritual sister swinging
limping from the skylight I can't
dream a team it seems so sweetly,
scratching scratching
tear my heart from her chest
pureblood dripping
skin and tie and all that I am
Cat is scratching when he hates you
jabs you when to hold on tighter
I have teeth but keep my mouth shut
Never hunger, never lust
neither a combination o' the two
(but let's call it that)
arms wrapping waist snapping
smooth as glass and rough as paper
inside out by any means
(not funny, not funny)
want and need a suitor, breaking
ribs to suck in breasts, snaking
through the second heart, waking
up
no interest in me
no hand to slide to hips gladly
no longer my world
another dream of necks and ravage
beauty queen
O, sweet sister
Bishop all I am.
1 comment:
mmm!
are you caught up with dollhouse yet?
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