the prepositions taste better when they're not the most important; original poetry

[clockwork_jo]

When I kiss you, there’s blood in my mouth. In yours or in mine?
No, from. From.
I press harder. Maybe in both.

Our red-streaked tongues not caring for a second of it. Our bruised knuckles are oblivious.

From mine to yours, this red will flow.
See, from. From mine. It works better that way

Comments

[rorylie]

This part:I was pulling feathers out from under your wings

And this: But I carried on writing my name with the ink you gave me,

Just kill me. Like, gut me.

[clockwork_jo]

Ow. That means so much to me. You have no idea.