Tarblooded - ♤

Guilt and shame will drown you

if you let it

And i want

To sink

Who am i to decide the guilt i carry

Is not mine to bear

Reaching upwards

towards the surface

Far too insolent an undertaking

(insubordination; hubris)

I ache to be lifted out

Of what i dare not strive to leave

Petrified by the spectre

Of beastly eyes

Observing

Above a rippling one way mirror

[25/02-24]

Entangled by Kate MacDowell

How about some cigstuff? Burn marks, putting cigs out on the tounge (or other bodyparts?)

How about you stare me down as you take a drag and slowly exhale? How about you grab my wrist and trail the cherry alllll along the inside of my arm, before flicking it around to put it to my lips?

How about you get in my face about it? How about you breathe smoke into my lungs? How about you grab my cheeks, telling me to open my mouth and ashing in my mouth?

How about purposely flicking cinders over my exposed thighs? How about trailing the cherry over my collarbones and sternum?

How about grabbing my wrist to bring it to your lips, kissing and biting along the inside of my forearm while you ghost the ember over my skin? How about you tighten your grip and snuff it out against my flesh?