Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look into themselves.
Tag: Desires
Love Letters
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.
Canned
Rusted metal and frosted glass
stained with my inner desires.
Bottled,
sealed,
and packed away…
Stored with the rest
you’ve acquired.
Anonymously Hal 