I …

Taste the blood of my sins, raw and burned

Revel in the adrenaline of a kiss, new and undefined by boundaries.

Hurt. An ache that makes my marrow melt.

Need to be desired- as undesirable as that makes me.

Marinate in the amber flames of whiskey on the rocks. Always hoping you will join me in pretend debauchery.

2 Comments

  1. Wow!… amazing piece!!! “Hurt. An ache that makes my marrow melt.”- This line in itself, drew me in and attached all of my past feelings onto it. Great job portraying Raw emotion with such short words.

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