Spilling ForthCrawling through this world of murky disbelief relishing what is there and tangible the feel of your skin under my fingertips the smell of your cologne the taste of your kisses lingering on my lips long after you’ve gone away the sound of your voice echoing in all the silent spaces left behind you’re gone for now but I know you’ll be around again soon like a cat someone made the mistake of feeding once and now won’t leave and it’s okay because I don’t really want you to leave I want the space allowed to each individual here in this world of hustle bustle everyone in everyone else’s business and I have no wings with which to fly awaSpilling Forth
goes with a photo called ghostParts of the roof had collapsed, blocking off rooms and letting in the rain. The floors were dusted in chunks of plaster from the water-stained ceiling and dry, brittle leaves from the seasons past. Most of the veranda style porch was rotted and had disintegrated into pulp when trod upon. Fortunately the front steps were brick and still usable as well as the porch directly in front of the doors. The front entrance was a two door affair with the knobs in the exact center of the golden oak panels, opening inward with a gentle push. A long hallway with all the rooms opening off on either sidgoes with a photo called ghost
Sometime Love Is Just A Lielittle Alice laying all alone no one to warm her oh so cold bones no one to wipe away the misery creeping down her pretty face eyes, cornflower blue drenched in wet lips, bitten vermilion by sharp teeth a rabbit rests upon her budding breasts riding the waves of her gasping breaths dandelion wine spilt down her lap a dark stain like blood blossoms obscene in the lazy haze of late summer afternoons her hand, trembling like a pale flightless bird stroking the pale, silken fur searching for comfort and a bit of understanding her mouth, opened in a silent scream &Sometime Love Is Just A Lie
just somethingthe bass pounded hot and smooth through her blood. bodies pressed close and moved away in sweat-slicked slides of hot silky flesh on flesh. the air was tight with tension and sex as people ground together, no one caring if the one you touched was same sex or opposite. she needed to cool down, breath fresh air. outside it was almost silent, the music inside muffled by the heavy steel doors of the club behind her. rain fell cool and refreshing against her face, mixing with the sweat and washing it away. eyeliner ran down her cheeks in thick black tracks making her look younger than her twenty-one years. a hand brushed her bare shoulder and lookjust something
Hi! Found you!!!!
Now draw something and post it!
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-Bart
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-Bart
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