gray

the dim light through the curtains
casts a sickly ash glow over it all
little rings, halos, in your hair
and deep, branching veins inside and beneath

your quiet murky eyes, shining,
darting about, taking in the show
your soft hazy hands, like fog
tracing rivers through my skin

dizzy and cloud-headed, i move my own
i let my fingers tangle in your hair
your breath is hot and shivering
like nails, with eyes, driven into me

i'm bleeding something dark and silver
but the oozing feels far away
there's moonlight in your whisper, in your touch,

all over me,

hearing me,

drowning me

Author Notes: it unintentionally sounds super super horny but that's whatever

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