raspberry lips on sweet cream skin
you cut your eyes over your shoulder
to gaze at me in the mirror & my heart could cease beating
arrested under your glare & sinew
pressed to bone as those eyes
squeeze me dry like hung flowers
I know I'll be left to endure the
winter alone
as your gaze averts & returns to the task
of applying your cheeks
and sending me to hell
with your silence
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
raspberry lips on sweet cream skin
you cut your eyes over your shoulder
to gaze at me in the mirror & my heart could cease beating
arrested under your glare & sinew
pressed to bone as those eyes
squeeze me dry like hung flowers
I know I'll be left to endure the
winter alone
as your gaze averts & returns to the task
of applying your cheeks
and sending me to hell
with your silence