splintered.

[nightsmare]

in the shadowy fields of a corner
.
tasting you left me tongue-sore;
.
revulsion draws me back again
.
and i learn to embrace the ache
.
of relishing you while your salt and
.
contempt burns the roof of my mouth.

Comments

[chibibumpkins]

You should write more. I love your writing. even though it always seems sad, theres still a flickering hope that surrounds it.

[nightsmare]

thank you.
my writing just may reflect my reality then.