Peach Juice
The juice of the peach Drips down my lips, sticky sweet Its soft, fuzzy skin Mixture of summer color A popsicle sunset dream
The juice of the peach Drips down my lips, sticky sweet Its soft, fuzzy skin Mixture of summer color A popsicle sunset dream
the serpents slithering wrapping hissing sleek toxic bodies invading my eyes mouth ears whispering their filthy secrets commanding my mouth to speak their lies distorting my notion of the truth i want to cry for help i want to reach out and grab reality by the hand but I’m trapped in the coils of […]
We met on a breezy summer afternoon, a day forever burned into my brain. I remember everything, the way the soft grass tickled the bottom of my feet, the way the sun wrapped its warmth around my face, and how the casual conversations around me lowered to a hum when our eyes met. I looked […]
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