Chemical Love
dopamine + serotonin
Dope- I mean,
I need you,
Chem- I call,
Come here you.
Jean- I, us,
My turn.
Sara- tune in
Feel the burn.
Lick- quid eyes,
Ten cent high.
Let ‘er rip,
Our trip.
Bray- in dust.
Seep in lust.
Take it fast.
Make it last.
Oxy- to sin,
Ahhh.....
…I win.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
I had to read verrry slowly! This is very clever 🥰✨❤️👌
This is incredibly clever and well done. I loved it!
Sounds a lot like my medicine cabinet!! 😅 Creative work Rachael!
Clever!
This is bloody good. Love the approach you took to this - wonderful manipulation of words, Rachael!