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my feet are weighted with anchors. hanging off of edge of the cliff and I am ready. tangerine skies, honey kisses, rough and passionate, holding me closer, drinking me in, I can smell what you had for breakfast, tea, strawberries, maple syrup, sticky sweet love, bodies dripping in sweat, avalanches, catastrophe, I can feel my future in the way your hands touch my shoulders, the way you twist and writhe and try to let me go, your voice singing with abhorrence, your hand slipping from mine, I sense your thoughts of guilt and it seems like you do not care, hanging here, holding on with two fingers, one finger, and you let me go, and there is darkness.

  1. vintagesky posted this