My window is open. It’s raining outside. The air just as hot as my skin. Sweat from the day sitting in my hair and on my skin.
We are spreading our limbs like birds in the sun. The sounds of a city evening coming inside. People laughing, people yelling, an ambulance whining in the back.
There is no border between your body and mine, no space that just belongs to one of us. We are staring at the ceiling in you talk ruthlessly,
cutting through my heart,
spitting fear into my brain.
you're full of truth and beauty,
scratching under my skin,
reviving forgotten part of my soul.
it's raw and painful and shady,
a pool of your own blood
that i wish to drink to feel alive again.
your words shall put me to my knees,
for i to beg to see your rotten bones.
let me swallow your sweat and tears,
to feel your life and hold your chrysanthemums.

---

A little bit about the author :

Name : Rafael

Pronouns :  He/Him

Age : 20

Location :  France

---