#red thumb

[hxspoetry]

Red Thumb

Old aches, and phantom pains like ghosts with gnawing teeth. Secret garden in my heart with all the flowers I planted for her.

I’ve been clearing it out for years now. It’s mostly gravel, but gorgeous weeds sprout every so often. I haven’t the heart to pull them at their roots.

With heartstrings for xylem cells, they drink blood in place of water. Tearing them from the ground would rip muscle and bone from my own body.

I used to use tools. Used to prune all the way to the stem, and fell grand trees with an axe. It was surgical. It was agony.

None of it is real, though. This pain is of the past. A place that has influence, but no real power. A place that exists less each time I mow the lawn.

[arthelp-kuttlebone]

The smallest Organic Mechanic

[tears-dry]

[merchcolony]

[merchcolony]

[berad995]

But really just watch this its just over a minuet long.

[breakmymask-blog]

Red Thumb

Eye behind the camera, feeling like a sniper as I get her Pandora lips centered in my sights. Even though she’s fully clothed, my eyes trace the curves of her caramel breasts with the precision of a razor, like the ones we use in art school. Hair like a geisha, collarbone like spread legs, losing myself in her exquisite geography and geometry as you tug my sleeve and say that you love me. I know we made love for the first time last week, but you’ve become some shade of grey to me like all the ash-dolls in my heart, but I’ll tell you what you want to hear. But the truth is, my dear, that I have a craving for exotic delicacies, and I want to pick her from my teeth. But my eyes are starting to bruise, had the same nightmare again last night after we fucked, of a man strangling an anteater to death with its own tongue.