I am a little ghost of a girl, obsessed with the moon and always flirting with the void... pretty and pointless, with exquisite taste for silence, who sleeps beside monsters and names them friends.🩸🥀
Write upon my skin
may each word be a
touch that burns me
take my body as
your possession
and let my moans be
the echoes of your verse
may your tongue become
my only truth
as it melts me into your essence
like a flame that
consumes and devours
☽◯☾
Every village has something people don’t talk about, and for us, it was the well. We all passed by it on the way to the chapel, to the fields, to the market... pretending it was just stone and water, but nobody ever looked too long. My grandmother used to say,...
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