Four hours, I'm counting. Parched throat prickled flesh.   I wish to swallow saliva 'till I drown to tear each hair root from skin to drown out the din, cacophony of thought and breathing to peel my skin until I'm shivering.   Four hours, seven minutes, still counting. Eight, dry throat poker hot skin.   … Continue reading 4.13am


I trace our love story along the grain of your skin, I envelop myself in your heat in your warm mottled pale pink, olive skin, I breathe with you, undulating and deep. Day 2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person. _____________________ Day 1 - Apathy For … Continue reading Skin