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Her lips, two virgin birds
perched precariously above her chin,
pursed gently at the sight of his shadow.
Slowly, her electric blue eyes drank it in,
memorized the folds and the pockmarks,
traced him carefully with her retinas.
Tonight, she would dine on his vision,
satisfy an endless hunger to
feast upon iniquity with jagged
thoughts and even more cragged
inhibitions, lavishing in the glow of
amnestic whale bones
left to rot.
:)
Via Amo Le Sue Ossa
“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time”
-BanksyWho will be that final soul
to utter my name, letting the sound
fall from pressed lips,
floating into the movement of wind.
I imagine it…
