Porcelain promises,
Pieces lain broken,
Swept into corners,
Long lost, unspoken,

Pink poisoned lips,
Hot spiteful lust,
Sweet ceasefire kiss,
Cold uncoiled thrust,

Harmonies of bladed words,
Sing into guts,
Operatic precision,
Deep melodic cuts,

Jagged withdrawal,
Two lonely rooms,
Resolutions grow distant,
In embittered wombs.

Original poem by © Darius the Mate

What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice!


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