demon – Brave & Reckless

Demonized

i do not speak with forked tongue yet you damn me a demon paint my hands blood red cut me black diamond hard innocent misunderstanding?

Originally published on Sudden Denouement Ever been cloudbusting? We lay on our backs in damp fragrant grass Look up at the sky to trace a dream

I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming

This piece was inspired by lines of a poem written by Auroraboros in response to a Three Day Quote Challenge. dwelling in this dark delicate

Originally published on Sudden Denouement Ever been cloudbusting? We lay on our backs in damp fragrant grass Look up at the sky to trace a dream

This piece was inspired by lines of a poem written by Auroraboros in response to a Three Day Quote Challenge. dwelling in this dark

Originally published on Sudden Denouement Ever been cloudbusting? We lay on our backs in damp fragrant grass Look up at the sky to trace a

I am not easy in this skin this ill-fitting suit of normalcy sags in some places is too tight in others it chafes rubs me

I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming

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