all matter swirled about his languished body — starvelings desperate for a crevasse of passion to nourish their gaunt skeletons.
a piteous tragedy; his muscles had since eroded the superfluous emotion.
(wails slashing through the moon-darkened horizon, she laughed herself wide open.)
YOU ARE READING
passion
Poetry❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞
