A swallowed coast in your touch, you tangle yourself into me until I can’t breathe; your assumed thoughts suffocating mine.
Month: November 2019
satin sleeved & velvet hearted, i speak in silk. i leave you a bread crumb trail hoping you’re hungered and … More
Field Notes, Unnamed.
black coffee and Christmas lights and clean soil after rain. old ink on someone else’s receipts and pencil … More
Half Sleep Talking with the Wind
The coffee is bitter like my pride, so I soften it with tired presence. I pretend to be surprised by … More