the sun glared down, spiteful in the otherwise pleasant day, her malevolence seemed particularly pointed, magnified in sweltering petulance
Old sleep like webs of light and tree roots tangled in my hair, yesterdays stolen petals being replaced with thorns
the fish glared up, curious as to the world beyond, shapes seemed to dart in the unwater above the water below, it gathered itself, unable to deny the fervent need
I am the black where the unknown begins and the blue in your faded existence
the man glared forward, an impossible need burning barely restrained, a low rumble in his throat the only sound he was capable of, the curve of her neck a lust filled respite
your tongue traces love letter across my collar bone until you come undone crushing my bones while nothing hurts
EC is everything poetry to me.