I wanted the love letters carved, not delicately etched, so they could remain permanent, as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved, without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning, for where my skin lay in wait.
Month: December 2022
Her eyes appear sultry and smooth as they gaze, with those green- gray irises lost in a daze. Black-winged and smokey-eyed they stare back in eloquence, masking insecurities and a falsified confidence.
In the darkness we are all the same... Nameless, faceless, and meaningless to everyone but ourselves.
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