Filthy
Color Me. Content Warning.
next time, I’m bringing magic markers, writing every name I answer to in every color of the rainbow on the shaft of you. Then I’ll take off my bra, let you draw aereola flowers, tickle my nipples coloring them purple, turn my breasts into the sky with clouds and butterflies, let you become the tree, your trunk growing through me, hardening, glowing like heart cedar through the center of me, paint the colors of the sky you turned me into with the colors of my names, blur the flowers into the sky, and shoot me over the moon.
By Harper Lewisabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Ledger of Broken Mirrors
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer. Tonight, we’re looking at a paper trail that leads into a darkness no streetlamp can pierce."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about 15 hours ago in Poets
