blow a whistle and spew sweet nothings just to get a glimpse of a soft chest a cleavage that is painted by the hands you can't touch me with by the ha...Read more

polka dots and scars on your starry skin the hums of songs and tales before you crafting your perfect shape wind sculpts your hair the earth gently ...Read more

empty digital pixelated screens blood on your fingers slip into mine we stay silent, the blood drips that's the only thing we ever got to hear time pa...Read more

i hold my breath for you cuts and bruises that will settle to heal do you want to hurt me? my soul cries my crevices weep i pick at my skin trying to ...Read more

am i just another image to you? another piece of the puzzle for your landscape of a mortal life another offering to your illness another indication ...Read more