cup your head in my hands
smell your breath on my face
taste your salty wounds with my tongue
caress your tears with my lips
bury myself in your grief
tether myself to your heart
swim inside your body
and burst apart on top of you
Writer and copyeditor. “What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about” ~ J. Wright
Writer and copyeditor. “What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about” ~ J. Wright
