She wrapped me in her quilted smile,
then torched the salty fabric of us, tear stained and aching.
She knees cruel in the balls.
And I love her that way just the same.
She hangs me up to dry,
then cuts me down for air.
The breathing windows of us,
pulsating walls setting chairs rocking, us inside,
lulled in four-arm sleep.
4 Replies to “Murderess”
Good to see you surface recently. You are intoxicating.
Wow, thank you so much!
I have connected with an old friend! Hope life is going well for you. Have missed you.
So glad you’re enjoying some heart warming companionship. All well here. I spent a year doing a lot of Yoga, and it was wonderful. I missed this space and connections here!