the night envelopes
me in its heaviness
the air,
so tricky in its whispers,
tells me i can breathe.
i don't believe it.
the pulsing between my
legs won't quit
wound up, starved
ragged
the ticking of
self-depreciation
keeps my body
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
the night envelopes
me in its heaviness
the air,
so tricky in its whispers,
tells me i can breathe.
i don't believe it.
the pulsing between my
legs won't quit
wound up, starved
ragged
the ticking of
self-depreciation
keeps my body
december, 2013.
