Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look at themselves.
Tag: Desires
Love Letters
I wanted the love letters carved not delicately etched, so they would remain permanent as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning for where my skin lay in wait.
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