Kisses My Soul
"I am currently falling through god. When I hit bottom, hopefully, there will be enough residue left over to rebuild something --maybe something useful this time." My reflection leaks from the mirror as I slip in the remnants of my soul. She speaks to me in a Sunday voice (the past mixed with passion and reverence) and says, "Let me stain your tongue and drip from the corner of your smile; swallow me and make us one." Drunk on ghosts; I fall into bliss only to wake at sunset and die with the sun.
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