Coming clean feels filthy.
The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...
My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul. The universe has s...
“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice
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The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...
My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul. The universe has s...
“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice
By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason