Let my pale, skin be the paper, let your
hands be the pen, engrave sins on my
body like it was made for your fingertips.
Continue reading “Sin”
If all the world were to burn
in ashes i can still discern
the curve of your cheekbone
and your lips alone.
Continue reading “Ashes”
And even the ice queen in me
began to melt at his touch.
Let the heat that transfers
from your skin to mine and
back again be more than a
prelude to something more.
Let it be everything.
*For Day 19, #naughtynovembernoir, hosted by @elle12368, @bluelotus.kamikazeheart, @__got2haveit, @wild.cherry69xo and moi 💋
and scars dirtydance,
intertwined fates on borrowed
Moonlight carved notes of sobs on my stone
Stars arrived, the pallbearers of my bones.
Darkness bedecked my grave with elegant gazanias,
Chanting your grace
I again died in that insomnia..!