Your smile spreads
a sickle of ivory
Over your shadow for a face
Chewing into me
Even your gaze of lapis lazuli
Has teeth, Teasing and tempting
I'm so Hungry, and you look so pretty
Is my stomach aching from sickness
Or fleshly famine
What is this weakness
I am starving, salivating
At the thought of those teeth on my skin
I promise myself I won't be your prey
But I stay
You're so sweet when you're not seeking to stain me
I'll kill for you if you're willing to die for me
If you show me your scars
You can run your tongue over mine, feel how fresh they are
consuming and caging
Touch me, taint me
My smile spreads
a sickle of ivory
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Reusing the "smile spreads / a sickle of ivory" at the end was so impactful. Love this!