I feel like it’s me. Cursed, This, thing inside me. An infectious melancholic virus. A…
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This heartache has woken the quiet demon from its slumber deep. Its whispers now, a…
Leave a CommentI remember the hotel room. Our bodies warm, intertwined, in that quiet repose, when you…
Leave a CommentWithin the crowds I think of the trials those around me face. All the anguish,…
Leave a CommentYou were my tether, A conduit, to rouse me from isolation. So, without your presence…
Leave a CommentIn the bliss, our first moments. I was found. Our union, my salvation. Your touch,…
Leave a CommentOnce I’d had her in the bed, it all came flooding back. The romanticism, the…
Leave a CommentIn this bitter grief rife with paroxysms of a madness and panicked delirium, behind the…
Leave a CommentHer curves, soft skin, the seduction of youth. A valkyries body that beguiles. A woman,…
Leave a CommentThe television, the magazines, the advertising. All of it. An entire society obsessed with youth.…
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