Who I May Be
A blanket of depthless velvet, stretched around this ball of breath and soul, is dusted with pinpricks of glittering white diamond
A Sip Of Merlot
When I walk into the room, the first thing I notice is the oppressive heat. It slides over my skin like velvet, and wherever its warm fingers press against me, sweat pools, the droplets soaking into my bright crimson dress, darkening the fabric into the colour of blood.