Hello leaf, soulless and free.
How on earth did you find
all of this solace in me?
From where have you come?
For why have you came?
Such travel is menacing.
Brimming with pain.
Vipers hide.
Patient and watching.
The roads you require
are treacherous and daunting.
Goodbye leaf, soulless and free.
Here is an eye to see all that you see.
I love you, L e a f.
Forever at peace.
You have opened my mind
to a life that is free.
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Kale Sinclair
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
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You seem to have caught the essence of a lone leaf as it was falling. Good job.