feeling the warmth of another’s skin
pressed deep inside my soul
released in sparks of fire
burning crimson that fades to amber
ashes turned to gold
gold tears stream down crystal eyes
frozen before they touch the surface of the sky
feigned happiness like the sun shines
discarded sadness like the rain that falls
without consequence
like a moon that escapes the depth of the night
as crisp and cool as the night air seeks
shrivel alone without it’s touch
a story to be told against the warmth of another
the fire that burns inside us is only a fraction of the anger we hold
About the Creator
faynoia
If there ever was a soulmate for me... it would be the words that flow from me into stories and poetry. I want to share my passion with whoever is willing to read and listen.
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Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 days ago in Fiction
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