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Watered, lit and grown. Showered, ****** and moaned. Chapstick, vape and maybe some money loaned. This rust on my car is ******* me off. Hot leather seats against my bootyshort *** Bubblegum lipgloss a freckle or two on my tittied out chest. Ash on the dash and a 20 in my **** Get the **** off the road. Lace pink strap, a tan line that shows. A car door that creaks a ***** wearing flip flops. Glitter gritty against my lips. A receipt from Costco and 500 in tips. Empty bottle of ***** deep throated and tossed. Country alt hick chick who feels lost. Long roads and pit stops. Places where you’d meet chuck. Sunglasses cracked hair frizzy but I still can **** “Sprinkles on my ice cream please”, a homeless man with no luck. Billboards, music and smoke shops. Bridges, footwear, men that are too tall or short. A glance from a woman that means more than I think. ******* wet, washing them in a ***** *** gas station sink. Stray cats and dogs. Piled up tires. A tan so golden I can taste it, a fake beauty mark. A cross around my neck, the biggest ball of yarn. Laughing and coughing, smiling and joking. Pieces of me left everywhere I went. Old men checking me out, nights that felt lonely. The great drought. Belly ring pink studded, brows that can never be too thin. Tweezers in my back pocket. Scratchy throat, blood shot eyes. Whispers of love from men, ******* lies. Bracelets stacked, nails that clank. Dressed in trinkets and jingles. Pierced lip and lemonade on my tongue. Salty and sweet, hoes that did me wrong. Tatted on my *** u turn in traffic. Listening to my favorite song. Bouncy *** sat with my pink Lacey thong. Yelling, screaming, things being thrown. Backseat lover, feelings being shown. Patchy grass, women without *** Polly pocket ***** with a fake flashy lash. Neon lights, buzzing bees. Bulging men everywhere, whenever I please. Camera flicking, lip smacking. Bubbles blown and pure white snow. Beer bellied men, low on rent. Hiccups, burps, and hurls I think I drank too much. Stiletto heel with my whorey clutch. Motel cheap, pits waxed, spotty lighting. Steamed up bathroom, mirror fogging. ******** velvet sheets, legs shaking. Blinged out fingers perfect for *******
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
Roadtrip
Watered, lit and grown. Showered, ****** and moaned. Chapstick, vape and maybe some money loaned. This rust on my car is ******* me off. Hot leather seats against my bootyshort *** Bubblegum lipgloss a freckle or two on my tittied out chest. Ash on the dash and a 20 in my **** Get the **** off the road. Lace pink strap, a tan line that shows. A car door that creaks a ***** wearing flip flops. Glitter gritty against my lips. A receipt from Costco and 500 in tips. Empty bottle of ***** deep throated and tossed. Country alt hick chick who feels lost. Long roads and pit stops. Places where you’d meet chuck. Sunglasses cracked hair frizzy but I still can **** “Sprinkles on my ice cream please”, a homeless man with no luck. Billboards, music and smoke shops. Bridges, footwear, men that are too tall or short. A glance from a woman that means more than I think. ******* wet, washing them in a ***** *** gas station sink. Stray cats and dogs. Piled up tires. A tan so golden I can taste it, a fake beauty mark. A cross around my neck, the biggest ball of yarn. Laughing and coughing, smiling and joking. Pieces of me left everywhere I went. Old men checking me out, nights that felt lonely. The great drought. Belly ring pink studded, brows that can never be too thin. Tweezers in my back pocket. Scratchy throat, blood shot eyes. Whispers of love from men, ******* lies. Bracelets stacked, nails that clank. Dressed in trinkets and jingles. Pierced lip and lemonade on my tongue. Salty and sweet, hoes that did me wrong. Tatted on my *** u turn in traffic. Listening to my favorite song. Bouncy *** sat with my pink Lacey thong. Yelling, screaming, things being thrown. Backseat lover, feelings being shown. Patchy grass, women without *** Polly pocket ***** with a fake flashy lash. Neon lights, buzzing bees. Bulging men everywhere, whenever I please. Camera flicking, lip smacking. Bubbles blown and pure white snow. Beer bellied men, low on rent. Hiccups, burps, and hurls I think I drank too much. Stiletto heel with my whorey clutch. Motel cheap, pits waxed, spotty lighting. Steamed up bathroom, mirror fogging. ******** velvet sheets, legs shaking. Blinged out fingers perfect for *******
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My skin drooping, smeared and weighted. My head low. I dropped to my knees in a field somewhere, wasn't too sure where else to go. I took a breath that felt thick and milky, am i breathing or swimming? A lens or two off center my vision was blurry. I had no idea how to cry, so i dug my fingers in the dirt looking for a feeling. I felt the wet earth caked under my nails, the itchy flare up of cut grass against my skin. I tried to remember who I was, so i thought of all the places ive been. I repeated my name aloud. Hoping to connect. Trying to will the fog away, thoughts broken. things i cant recollect. Im in a field somewhere that stays colored in. I’m in a field somewhere, I couldn’t quite fit. I’m in a field somewhere, can you hear me? I’m in a field somewhere, where am I?
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
I’m in a field somewhere
The bitter sweet tinge of a forbidden fruit I have yet to taste. The longing. The aching. For something to awaken me. So blurred between the lines of the mundane. I reach and strain my muscles for a drop. Just a drop. Stain my lips. With your sweet milk. Trace my curves with your ferocious, hungry eyes. Part the pages of my deepest desires, As I toss and turn in ecstacy. The melody of pleasure slips and escapes from my rose colored lips. I’ve finally taken a bite, And I’m more hungry than I’ve ever been. My lips so raw, so wet with passion. Gasping for air as you take my body, and make it your own. We’ve become one. Between these satin sheets. My nails leave marks of desperation down the tensed curvature of your back. Asking. No, begging for more. I cant get enough. My pale skin blushed with a faint hue of crimson, as I call out for you. Gripping the sheets until my knuckles are nothing but white. I’ve reached the top, and I’m about to fall. I wrap my legs around you. Shaking and quivering, as you fall with me. I breathe your sweet scent in, one last time. As we make our soft landing.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
Desire
Mother. Where do I lie amongst your lies? Where does my existence reside? Between the laters or tomorrows? Or your depression days and sorrows? For my presence is only craved when you’re Perishing. You’re not here you never were. Me being there for you, is what most often happens to occur. Have you drained me dry yet? Have you decided to come back for more? You promised you’d be there. You swore. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. What else I can endure. For your love is a double edged sword, wedged in my chest. Leaving my heart achy and sore. Your push and pull. Your maybes and maybe nots. Hold strong. While my will and hope. Slowly rots.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
Mother
I lit the pipe and inhaled. For the very first time, I was high. High as a ************ I leaned back, my body melting into the back seat of her jeep. She was older than me, a lot older. She was funny, experienced but not too experienced. God her hair was so long and wavy it made me dizzy, she made me dizzy. She smelled like cigarettes and vanilla, sang like a bird. **** I wanted to kiss her. She was so funny it made my stomach hurt, and made my mouth want ice cream. All I was to her was a friend, maybe someone she got high with outta pity. Someone too young. To me, she was so much more. An awakening, an ache. My first girl crush.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
Girl crush
Within *** I run. Pleasure masking pain. Make me whole. Getting high off your body. Dizzy and thirsty. I cry when you finish. I cry when you leave. You don’t understand. You’re only a man. I hate myself. I hate you. No, I love you.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
Almost close enough
Baby blue skin. I see you in my dreams. I reach for you when you cry. Baby blue skin. Your last breath. Stolen by fate, not by time. Your hands so small. Baby blue skin. So cold, so very cold. Sharp and rigid, now a faint echo in my chest. Baby blue, nothing but a memory now.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 12:28 AM UTC
The baby blues