Filthy nail
I want you in my skin
Can you kiss the chaos away?
One Ruby lipstick swipe and I can hold myself
for a moment
My eyes have pried every floorboard, every picture frame, loose
for a touch of your dainty fury
Sink your teeth into the specks of my peeling heart
Maybe I’ll beat
for a moment
Filthy nail
my medicated candy bar
the sweet taste of forgetting
I crave
Your body pressed against mine
lovers
intertwined
Spread your rust
your decay
Maybe then it will stop hurting
Filthy nail
You heal me by hurting me
About the Creator
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶a day ago in Petlife
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