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1.21your palms are1.21 by ~LeakingInk
grazing the skin
of my hips
before landing -
profoundly or not
- fully on my breasts
and your lips
touch my lower lips
and part them in ways
i didn't even know
they could be parted
'metaphorically speaking'you're tumbling with me through a sea of cloth'metaphorically speaking' by ~LeakingInk
and our bodies are waves crashing into one another.
lips crushing together, our waists whisper their longings.
tracing your collarbones with kisses,
i giggle, you shiver, you smile.
you're atop a forest and i'm down in the valleys.
grasping the arch of my back, your fingers like torches,
i shiver, you giggle, we moan.
i'm tumbling with you through a field of skin
and our bodies are blades of grass slightly licking each other
when the wind blows over and through us.
we shiver.
bubbles.ellie sat at the top of the stairsbubbles. by =ohsparrowsong
swinging her feet over the edge
while her lips smacked making
the popping sound she so enjoyed
in between sips of the vibrant pink
she would make this sound
it was ellies way of telling the world
that she was content without speaking.
ellie wrapped her equally pink lips
around the double curled straw
that stuck out the top of
the mass of bubbles
as she sat there with cheeks puffed
blowing into the straw to make
the pink turn into bubbles
she made a pop again.
All's Fair1993.All's Fair by ~attraversyamo
'How was I born Mommy?' Janie had asked while I looked on at you filling red crayons into the setting sun.
'Children are gifts of God, dear'. She had told us.
Janie had delightfully exclaimed,' Who is God, Steven?', and you patiently explained that God lived in the sky.
I had a cupboard full of all my gifts ever since I was four (or ever since my mom-dad separated) and I am sure I've never believed in b'day gifts or in that we were gifts of God.
If adults could lie, why can't we?
1994.
On my first sleepover, you had laughed when I fell at the end of 'ring a ring o' roses..' and rained us with starry sprinklers. I knew you liked t
far too much. i met a girlfar too much. by =ohsparrowsong
with bloodshot eyes
from bone shaking
insomnia that pinned
back her translucent eyelids
with butterfly pins
her bones were shivering
and i could see them
underneath her
seemingly flammable
sweat licked skin
that i would've loved to strike
a match to and
add some colour to her
blank canvas
she carved words into
her flat chest
with an old protractor
in the hopes that something
might awaken her heart
and remind it that
she needs it too
stop herself from shivering
so violently her swan
neck snaps.
the doctors told her ones
that she was unstable
ready to snap at any moment
and that it was a wonder
that h
supernova.he'd gotten under her skinsupernova. by =ohsparrowsong
into her hollowed out
bones and was pressing on
all her pressure points
threatening to break her apart
it started with a small lump
that she could ignore and say
'nothing thats worth it
is ever completely painless
and she stuck to this
but in time the lump turned
into a blister which then
began to fester and swell
her head was on fire
and she started to think twice
his spiderweb fingers were pressed
hard on her joints at the same
time they were wound around her
bones so that he was joined
connected like a parasite
the blister was now a black hole
it had burnt and glowed and collapsed
in on itself creating a v
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