
your mouth, full of pearls
drips into my lips
that never part -
only smile
my cheeks bulge
with stones
that will close my throat
if i swallow
(my breath is a death rattle)
all the nights
i asked the moon
to send you to me
taunt my writhing limbs
you are mine
for now
and all i think about
is that now will pass
(forever is a death wish)
the ocean gives,
she takes
in the end
fate collects the souls
if i want to keep yours
i must become death
me, pressed into you,
suffocating.
it won’t hurt.
i’ll already be gone.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.


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