sara-a-proctor

Your breath caressing the corners of my mind.
Your finger tips pressed against my translucent skin.

My pale blue veins are on display for you to see; strung across my collar bone and chest like lights on a Christmas tree. 

I've never been one to self inflict pain, but I've never had a problem letting someone else take the reigns. 
In the end it hurts all the same.

& so your lips are like knives on my skin. But it feels so good, the way I bleed out and you breathe me in.