whispers in red

hidden lines and quiet stories

the forest’s little kisses

i was alone in a cabin once,tucked away, surrounded by greens and browns,buzzes and chirps of bugs that became my…

blooming in grey clouds, buddingpeonies, sunflowers, roses in thedarkest days of winter. bruised by my own tenderness,painted in every shade…

i imagine your fingertips mapping every crevice of my body,how electric it must feel to soften beneath your commanding voice.i…

my love language is fire,and no one survives it.i write this out of pity for those i’ve burned,for those who…

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