poetic bliss (w/EC)

It’s not me I’m worried about,

she screams, i pull out of her embrace, let loose a spray of ink across her unstained flesh, i scream as well, through tears, desperate to read the hidden images before it all fades away, her blue lips part in a smile that deepens the mystery

it’s poetry and his strong hands around our neck choking the life out of it

EC made me re-fall in love with poetry. that’s how good she is.

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