You remind me of some place. Some faraway, fantasy, familiar face that I thought was lost in the lanes of my memory I do not venture down. Your dulcet, distinctive tones are tearing me apart in the sweetest, most satisfying way, and I am way past drunk, soft lips lost in your bad intentions. It’s…

He will come from blessed blood. Striding the halls of a happy home in purple quilts that will soon become capes. The world will gape and gasp as he blossoms, placing petals and precious metals atop his head, as he smiles politely, born from blessed blood, and beautiful with it.

The boy no longer clings to my waist.I wish he was,because this room smells sterile in a way that makes me unsettled,and it would be so uncouth to cling to you,as our tears fall,and a man tells us what we already know.I don’t know how I will tell the boy. He’s a man, now,but every…

Once the night has fallen,the day you have lived is lost.I’ve told you this,so many times,that of course,I expect everyone to know,but I still shine, forlorn under the glowing moon,with eyes, wide like my hips,my lips treated to the taste of my salty, insatiable tears.I always forget,that when the sun sets,there is nothing left but…