Parched skin becomes moist
With dew drops dripping down the back of my neck
And beneath my *******
My face deepens like a ripe peach
As flesh disappears
Skin dissolves into
Nothing.
A cool exterior warms
And my body is tingling, trembling,
Buzzing like a thousand fire ants
Swarming around my thighs
My arms
My core
Encapsulated in sweat,
This shell is a temple
One that thrives on progress
I am *****
I am filthy
I am strong.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Parched skin becomes moist
With dew drops dripping down the back of my neck
And beneath my *******
My face deepens like a ripe peach
As flesh disappears
Skin dissolves into
Nothing.
A cool exterior warms
And my body is tingling, trembling,
Buzzing like a thousand fire ants
Swarming around my thighs
My arms
My core
Encapsulated in sweat,
This shell is a temple
One that thrives on progress
I am *****
I am filthy
I am strong.
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