the rust writes about the rain (Remove filter)
Catch me like a chill,
your gaze like lightning rods in my chest
Washing over against indifferent rocks
Your siren song has killed our best
The price of sleep paralysis is the weight of a ghost
same as the rain, quenching the hot bite of lightning
tonguing, forked, speaking fear in thunder
breaking and rebuilding trust
in a crescendo of lust
eaves outside of my window, dripping dreams ...
Sunday 7th August 2016 2:16 am
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