you traced
the marble of my veins
until they cracked open
to kiss your fingers red.
you say you are not guilty
but your breath
carries the stench of lies;
you say i could’ve left.
i could’ve left
the warmth of your chest,
the wild in your glistening eyes,
the life that dances on your lips
but i drank the blood
that dripped from your fingers
and it was sweet.
you hurt me and i let you.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 days ago in Humor
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SO relatable and raw. Love it. Thank you.