

FeatherComing to rest on vermeil sheets, a singular feather (the only survivor of nocturnal surrender) concedes defeat, and sleeps.Feather


a convincing argument for...you're blessed with bliss our reverse confidence paid such a deficit of attentiona convincing argument for...
and oh the conversation!
constantly creating these needs this bed the tiny little pills placed in mouths replacing...
an exclamation of trust your mother's bad dreams dreamt active avoiding attention
we are:
at all costs behind backs handed intentions
I turned this phrase for the fun of it but she sat smiling at something else entirely


underneath my thumbHis lips were chapped, folding underneath my thumb. The stubble on his chin bent like grass In my palmunderneath my thumb
My eyes searched his skin To unenvelope the feelings Beneath
And I could not find them
So I painted myself All over his shirt collar With lipstick And colored his fingers With the warmth of my
Mouth
My tongue could say no words But begged him to
Remain in my arms for the night
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~eating all the kisses off the mistletoe~
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