Mar 26, 2018
beautiful; violent; vulgar. feathers against fairy lights, caged in ourselves and by the bars on the windows. fastforward seven years; a body you have never touched. do you think that in our new forms our hands would still know each other? the crook of elbows and the plains of your chest. arms that will never hold - not this virgin skin. thinner than the paper i gifted to you, dripping with whiskers and words i will dissolve into nothing against your gums. you will taste me sometimes; in the warm of the sloe or the childish fizz of sherbet. no sugar before bedtime; cavities never heal.
seven, seven, seven