Incarnadine pools simmer bosky seas.
Boats lurch toward starfish sublime
And depart to the depths of darkness.
Candlelit lacunas divulge windy drifts
Of desirable opulent pearl pleasures. 27 more words
Every word you spoke to me was like an infection,
Eating me out and pulling me in
Fangs sinking deeply into paper-thin skin,
As if my world had been punctured by a syllable… 142 more words
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A word is dead
When it is said,
I say it just begins
to live that day.
Who am I? I am a lover of the written word, an adventurer through paperbacks, a photographer itching for a forest, a writer longing for a pen, and simple girl with British tea flowing through her veins. 841 more words