12/9/20
Garden of seasons
when someone falls in love
with your flowers. not your roots
when winter comes
they wont know what to do.
12/2020
Skin
blue green and purple
peek through porcelain
veins filled with ice
exposed maps on your skin
did you use my maps to get under mine?
01/2021
untitled
i can not help myself from thinking about
kissing your tattoos and
licking your already healed wounds
1/12/2021
untitled
"a girl to kill for"
didnt mean you were supposed to try to kill me
3/2021
Coffin
you were the last nail in the coffin
i will never do this again
because we weren't in love
and this isnt a breakup
i thought it'd be easy once
it was all said and done
but once it was
i am still just a puddle of
whats left after im all used up
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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