by breathwords | Apr 26, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
you sent me winter roses, a bouquet of dying petals and dried november leaves i cut myself on the thorns now i am bleeding violet in a world of gray still, thorns don’t hurt the way words do, and there is no sting as sharp as the one delivered by your riposte tongue...
by breathwords | Mar 21, 2020 | Drink In the Dark, Extended Exhalations
i called him a white knight, this golden god with a tongue full of lies masquerading as promises he was more pretty parasite than beautiful beast, more monster than magical being he had eyes made of smoke and mirrors, and a kiss that tasted like truth he dressed in...