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Bitten
My Miss loves my wrists in Marc Jacobs and roses, stems snaking around the flesh and bones like ropes,charmed by the perfume and scarring the skin,this is how she likes me, when she awakes, aware and ferociously hungry. She stares with windy eyes, the blueish grey of a stormy sky,and I am silent, save my breath,…
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What Love Is
I like the word “love” because it tastes of lilac in my mouth, like Parma Violets and peaceful desert at the table with no disagreements and the tv just quietly chatting to itself in the background. It tastes a little like light rain outside of my window, when I am sat, surrounded by my blankets…
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Little Wooden Boat
Stormy skies surrounded the seething sea as it rushed around us,waspish waves that grow tall and then crash as the wind whistles and nature bristles with indignation.The boat is a beautiful one,blood red paint against the children of the trees in the forest where we had our first kiss. We bore this vessel,and then we…
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Candy Apples. Tranquility.
Your lips tasted of candy apples after I kissed them,as if the sweetness of your spirit was spilling from within,searching for sanctuary somewhere inside of me,and for the first time, finally, I was open.I was a weary wanderer in a desolate desert and you were a mirage.I made my home in a moment of nirvana,and…
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Radiator
My lover tied me to the radiator,because I was too much trouble to be free,but the trouble was, bound wrists didn’t make me any less irresistible,so I still dripped poison into her perception, until I drove her insane. In a sweet, sing song voice,I simply asked when she might decide to let me go,and that…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 