Silver pathways, like the tracks of her tears, when she wept for her stolen body. Tiny hands trace shimmering lines, each caress, each smile, each embrace, fading their brilliance. Her stretched belly, swollen with pride. #showusyourbelly #bodybeautiful
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There it is; A text, from you. I smile and the sun shines a little brighter in the morning sky. The dullness of domesticity is polished by your words, Each syllable buffing up my day until I see my reflection in its sheen. I see a woman; older, wiser but inside she is as young [click here to read more]
Want me. Push me to the wall and listen; I gasp. In surprise; In wanting; In need. I blossom.
You feed your ego, wipe your mouth on your sleeve, and, in silence, lean back into your real-life fantasy. I am cleared away with the leftovers, scraped into the past with the rotting promises.
She is apple: Smooth, taut, sweet taste Look closely and she will lure you Until you pluck her from the tree. She is orange: Thick-skinned, soft beneath Neroli flesh leaks acid tears If you squeeze hard. She can be cut, stripped, bruised and split Left too long and she’ll rot Spread decay to all who [click here to read more]
I dream you in colour; Rainbow fantasies of summer days, Hands held and kisses sending me so high Our hands reach to the sky and surrender to the sensation. My fairground ride; Coaxing me with the promise to fulfil, Flying me higher and higher until you take my breath. The world is blurred beneath us [click here to read more]