Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry fleekonabudget Facebook: grungefirepoetry 

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2 years ago
You're the rusty gold necklace lying dead against my chest, weighing down all my efforts to raise my head above this tidal wave. Your name lost its meaning, but your existence influences every kiss I ...
Body Language
2 years ago
I want to be as dark and terrifying as your pupils get when I whisper something you've never heard before. I want to be your contracting ribcage when your body prepares itself for the incoming war of ...
Second Skin
2 years ago
You never cared about the enemy you'd force me to be. It is evident in your empty voice now, how distant and nonchalant your soul has become. It consumes me, fills me with a rage that would diminish a...
2 years ago
I was the first cut you ever made. Your eyelashes fluttered beneath my lips, and once I started to whisper your name, your nails dug a grave within my skin, making sure it would always bear your mark....
Conditional Lust
2 years ago
I could kiss your lips, remember how they tasted like cinnamon coffee and how they lit me on fire, but not how to turn them into a smile. I could hold your hand, remember how it always ended up betwee...
Need Me: Part 1
2 years ago
This wouldn't be the first time I snuck into the office after hours to get some work done. But I had to get the mountain full of paperwork on my desk over with by morning and since I over-extended my ...