After Hours🌌

Just sharing my writing ✨

[afterhourssss]

Red Lights 🚨👠

Red lights illuminate your skin,

your silhouette beckons lost souls

in search of some comfort for the night.

In the red light district,

where men go window shopping

for a woman’s body

The wolves roam the neon streets,

looking for sheep to prey on.

You’re hunted,

but you don’t run.

You welcome it.

They taught you to call that power.

[afterhourssss]

Cotton dream 💭

I’m laying in the garden, lost in the glistening haze of summer.

The scent of delicate linens and lavender laces the air,

and sunlight wisps between each blade of grass until the ground shimmers with flecks of gold.

I can feel the warmth caressing my face, as if the sun itself adorns me.

I tug at my dress, trying to pull it down — a milkmaid dress cut from the most delicate cloth, riddled with silk bows.

I gaze up at the cornflower-blue sky, where it trails into gossamer cotton clouds.

Peace is all I know in this moment.

Can it always be like this?