whispers and some home.

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In the dark room, I sit in the center and surrounding my naked body are the four walls with empty insides. My eyelids are shut, but I am aware of the vibrations, of the whispers brought by your sugary throat. There is a plague in my head, but I let it sink its teeth into my fragile and dear body. I had asked for a vision of blood, but you drew out so much that it turned into a pool. And I drank it all to remember your imprints.

Between your pleasure and moans while you devoured the parts of my holy ground, I heard your sorrow and grief of me. How I should have just stayed outside your lungs; how I should have just listened to the hesitation of my bones.

And so before the midnight rises, you have faded into white smokes—the fogs I cannot even touch. Alone in this space where we began, I light up the candle and speak to the universe that may you find the stars in the broken galaxy.

But I also pray for the death of the letters stuck between my lips that may they find their way to you.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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