Starla tastes of strawberries « Long Lost DMV Stuff «
drowning dolls
through the dirt
dragged
corporeality
you are mine
our arcanum
beneath bloodied sheets
hidden
counting fingers
strands of hair
halfmoon smile
blinded
surreptitious dawn follows
treacherous starlight
beneath which there is only
our darkness
and the bitter taste
of our sweet deception
face down
liquid fills your lungs
and the stars begin to shine