Write from the shoulders. The throat. The hands.
your hands combed through
my skin,
starting from my hands,
climbing to my shoulders,
ending on my throat.
in the moment,
your heat set my skin on fire,
your shallow breaths
curling my toes.
but i was smothered in shameful ash,
after,
and showered twice,
to scrub off the soot,
and your fingerprints.
shy ferry
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC