Lonely girls are dangerous girls
All the hours
Steep
Steep
Steeping too long.
The bitter notes come.
Loneliness sends out shoots
Roots
Tendrils.
We want to know why the nights are dark
and without end.
Girls think about lingering kisses
Flesh on flesh
Being possessed.
Even I, on this isle
look to the horizon for the break
A silhouette
Love.
Danger days bring it all to the surface,
What is not there in the night,
The bitter taste of nothingness.
We, the girls of Solitarius Isle,
The ones that give love to the void,
We are dangerously sucked dry
Drained
And without.
Powerful!
<3 Thank you. :)
Great writing as always... I love the imagery of the tea bag steeping and steeping..! also, shoots/roots/tendrils.. :)
Thank you. :-)