In prickled goosebumps
you linger like a paper-cut
rosy raw
embedded within my skin
pores bleeding sin,
and like summer,
a warm coastal breeze
your ghost pulls me tightly
squeezes me breathless
until all that is left
is a dark red stain
upon my left breast
the clotted remains
of a heart taken captive.
Awww *hugs* Kristiana… That felt like it hurt.
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Aw thank you.
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Oh my!
This is wow.
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Thank you very much!
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