Ain’t nothin’ Controversial

 I could taste the loneliness on her lips, While our tongues slipped; Her body’s sweat her tears–warm against mine, Soaked in sad time. She tasted better in death than dark life, Warmed by the knife Of the sweet grave she’d come to call her bed Where light and dark wed. There I dug to find […]

via Wedding Bed — Flawed Masterpieces

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