your skin tasted like salt and broken dreams
I should have listened to the fucking warning signs
I miss the feeling of your hand around my throat and volcanoes erupting in the very pit of my stomach
avalanches in the arches of my back
skin twitching
body quivering
bring me higher
higher,
higher,
melting in with the dark night sky
and you held me like you would never let me go
the broken stars under your tongue,
painting constellations in between my thighs
the Milky Way never felt so milky
melting skin on my skin
crash right in
to me
About the Creator
Jojo H
radical black youth. fighter of injustice. future doctor. hopeless romantic.
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler6 days ago in Fiction
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