this is an invasion of
mind, body, and soul
consuming recklessness and startled
fingers laughing up and down the
nervousness of blood-red skin.
peeling away scabs of the most
vicarious sort. sanguine flesh
and ruby catharsis and
sweat and bone and heat andi am a pile of string in your hands.
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motion. | completed
Поэзияthis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14