MistressBambola

it is the third of october and i am building a castle for us out of feathers, bird bones, ocean waves and library book pages. anything to keep our feet from touching the ground. you are sin, he whispers and his fingers trail cold fire down my side, scorching flesh and freezing bone; brittle pieces of me shatter as they hit the stained linoleum floor. don't wake me from this nightmare. i whisper a nursery rhyme as i walk down our autumn path. kamikaze leaves fall, trailing fire as they throw themselves from the branches, down, down, to cold pavement below. your words echo in my mind a constant reminder that i am sin but you, you were ne

it is the third of october and i am building a castle for us out of feathers, bird bones, ocean waves and library book pages. anything to keep our feet from touching the ground. you are sin, he whispers and his fingers trail cold fire down my side, scorching flesh and freezing bone; brittle pieces of me shatter as they hit the stained linoleum floor. don't wake me from this nightmare. i whisper a nursery rhyme as i walk down our autumn path. kamikaze leaves fall, trailing fire as they throw themselves from the branches, down, down, to cold pavement below. your words echo in my mind a constant reminder that i am sin but you, you were ne

i. sometimes when i wake up before the sun rises, when i’m all alone and it feels like i might be the only person in the world i notice that my face is wet and i wonder if it’s because i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams ii. i remember you in the summer nights under the corsican stars and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater i remember how the phosphorescence coated our bodies as we swam together,   the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine and us glowing like soft stars in the night i remember how i wished it could last forever iii. now i wonder if the tides and my tears were so different a