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My back is pressed against the bed.. Curved into the mattress and the rails. One warm and soft and the other cold yet not unpleasant. My face turned upward as my trembling knees settle into the plush of the carpet. He has explained, so matter of factly, that very soon he intends to make me…
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they wantperfectionand IwellI am chaosmessyflaweduntamedwith scars they can seeand far too manythey won’tand some daysI love this about mebut whenI am leftto walk alonetoo free to be heldtoo wild to be shelvedwhich is mostly alwaysit’s those daysthatI don’t the blood& the bones
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I saw only weeds but you saw a wildflower… And I suppose that is the difference between someone who wants to pick you and another that wants to keep it wild.. the blood & the bones
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We don’t fuck .. .. or make love Instead, he consumes me. Pulling me in as if I am the last of all things.. Each time devouring completely.. .. as though sliding into me is the long awaited nourishment through barren winters in the gaps of my presence. Sustaining his existence each time we collide…
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You don’t even know my name… And yet I have imagined you in so many ways. I should feel ashamed I think. But I do not. I know so very little about you yet when I think of you I find myself pulled into the longing… legs falling open and fingers searching.. finding pining pools…
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• hades • the path between our worldsa road fromhere to hellit stretches a million milesmaybe twobut I wanted thisto cave to itto dance beneath longing’s mooncoveted in darknessfor one night be your Persephoneyour museeven when I knewI would not escape you the blood& the bones
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far too manyspeak aboutwhiskeythey have neverpouredand bloodthey have nevertasted the blood& the bones Loss they have never endured.. triggers never pulled … words never spat in their enemy’s faces. Far too many lack the courage but understand this.. I am not one of them.
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They will say all the right things.. and do all the right things.. and be all the right things.. Tempting me. Making me want to fall into waiting arms. To be gentle again. Forgiving even. To receive love and to give it. And I want to. I really do. But I can’t.. I can’t because…
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Yes sir. Do you know the weight of these words?And how when I say them I am giving myself to you? Knowing that I can let go and you will never let me fall farther than I can safely go. That you will always catch me. I am held in your best interest as well…
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We don’t often talk about how it has saved us. How there were so many days where the quiet was too loud and the thoughts would creep in about closing the book and saying goodbye. But we realize just as quickly that we have no right to pass this hurt onto others with our absence.…
The Blood & The Bones 