| medea |
| I never knew skin that could carry this one scent and feel like rubber at a touch as though is has touched too much what's your family story, the herbs you mix so well a lover punk, a gothic glare... a child when eyes wide open your mixture startles me, like is has startled me before how deep, how shallow you can be yet your scent is- too spicy to be under my wing too broken to be mended again too mended to be adviced on too loving to be loved more as much as I can I love you, medea as much as I only can... |
| by mary and her newly-born bats |
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