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668 · Mar 2018
toilet seat love letter
Ophelia Ray Mar 2018
My dear old flame
I'd sigh with your name,
follow you
then lost in your eyes.

No they aren't as clean
nor as deep or as blue,

they aren't the sky
or the ocean
or pools.

oh no, not pristine, luster of glass.

The closer I'd peer
into them
by the end
You'd appear to me, but an ***.
542 · Aug 2017
chocolate bycicle
Ophelia Ray Aug 2017
My favorite chocolate bicycle drips in the sun
I could smell it for miles, and they could too
sugary gooey, milky.
Bare feet sink into the pedals
squish through my toes
thick muddy
mouth-watering,
squelch.
Hands coated in
rich salted sweet
steering is difficult.
Delicious drizzles down my kneecaps and calves
**** sticking and sliding on the seat
I barely make it home with
all of the children rushing after me
to steal my chocolate bike
before it melts.
487 · Aug 2017
dismal
Ophelia Ray Aug 2017
White, black, grey
polaroid
memories in colorless tone.
Shining white
white like your eyes
torrid and hanging
anguishing
white.
White grinning
gorging on fear
gripping
white.
White
foam forming at the corners of your mouth.
your hair shone white.
Grey as I looked up,
Black is what followed.
228 · Mar 2018
untouchable
Ophelia Ray Mar 2018
Abolish indignity
exist Intangibly
Embrace your ethereal essence.
**** it if no one else gets it.
Substantial shallowness
is too little
too less,
to grasp your Unearthly Finesse.
#magicalbeing #finesse #untouchable #beyou
35 · Dec 2018
i am depressed
Ophelia Ray Dec 2018
when I walk alone
it gets dark too quickly and I sink
into mesh.
siphoned through waves, lifeless
hues of mostly brown and white,
not really grey
like I like

and not really stale,
just not right.
the words, the noise, the light
penetrate the sigh in my mind
then dissolves up in smoke
I'm not really high

depressed

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