tw: mildly graphic imagery
Hey now,
Softly,
mouth pressed to cheek, then neck, then ear.
Softly.
A kiss, then two.
And now a real one this time.
I'm so backwards at this. Can I direct you? Can you hold her a little longer before the book opens, before the story ends
you're pulling pages from her stomach, fingers shouldn't be that deep in ribs, Hands slipping through flesh trying to grip a lung. Puppeteering limbs, she shakes. And I cough up something guttural and unkind. A finger finds her spine, she snaps.
She breathes.
One day she will again.
Without anyone's hands stained red
And up to the elbows.
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I think I like it better when boys kiss.
Let me be pretty like him.
Please let me be as pretty as him
I want to be-
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Untitled Anthology for the 20 somethings
Thơ CaMoulding myself into something I'm not. a love letter to all the sweetly gorey things and afflictions that are a part of being a young adult like love, insecurities and vulnerability in 15 parts. Image: "Connected, Communicating" Noah Kocher.
