fear of the
unknown touch
that punctures the
flesh when
wrapped around the
yearning heart
scorches the
razor sharp
lust erects the
craving into a
bitter sweet
oblivion
day 93 . barbed
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame. Espresso. Writing. Photography. Rambling. Mostly fiction peppered with occasional bits of reality.
Stream of happymess 