Morning air caresses her skin, Brushes the shoulders, Tugs the curls. Breezy twin kisses become flint stones That slide and strike, slowly at first. Quicker, …
Slowly Crushing the Self to Death by Jessica Walker
Lukewarm coffee to dull the pain, Spiked with whiskey and bitter tears. This ritualistic consumption stops The demons for a moment. Spiked with whiskey and …