On to actually-today's prompt! I really like this one, and riding high off the concert I went to last night I am freshly inspired by song lyrics. There's one good thing that came of my friends all ditching me a few years ago. It gave me some new trauma to delve into with my art.…
Stretching tall, they think they have the right to smell my leaves, pluck my buds, shatter me onto their chests to linger with my oil for an hour. Stretching tall, I am the foolish first to crisp in the sun’s unforgiving wake, relentless boil. Without our bubble, all blooms burn black. She detests my proximity,…
Inhaling doesn't hurt so much when living is the only loyalty. No, what hurts is the glance away, eyes that yank the flesh they once beheld, like waxing strips left on too long, too deep. Blood rivulets run through five o'clock shadow flumes while feathers lay shredded on the floor. I never imagined her tiger…
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