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Corset

Her Body Sinks into the mould she carefully created, Eyes darting to each imperfection That the mirror reflects – Interwoven into each eyelet, The lace threads through elegantly, Like a snake charmed by exotic melodies; Her delicate hands grasp each end, Ready to pull And pull And suffocate.

Nothing New

Just a little more, I fret, Of a treasure always sought; time – Elevating my need to start Living once more. Tomorrow I shall try something else, Hark, it is merely a trap And nothing that will bring you joy – Nothing but faithful reassurance, yet, Karma they cry. You patronise me about my wayContinue reading “Nothing New”