ritual no. 13
you’re flooding my lungs with each kiss—
and i can taste charcoal on your lips
scorching hints of what existed
beneath the water of abyss. i think you’re
afraid i’ll drown, but i’ve been breathless for
some time now
you’re flooding my lungs with each kiss—
and i can taste charcoal on your lips
scorching hints of what existed
beneath the water of abyss. i think you’re
afraid i’ll drown, but i’ve been breathless for
some time now