“Vanilla ice cream melts down my wrist as my lips melt all over yours.”

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

All smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media

Consumed by darkness but drenched in warm morning sun. Life’s oxymoron.

Like water lies spill from my lips. Droplets of poison ready to kill.

Your body ebbs, flows, ripples, and glows like water. Don’t fear changing tides.

Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.

Twenty-six letters, infinite stories to tell, nothing comes to mind.

Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?

Talk dirty to me like I’m a nun on her knees screaming hail Mary.

I wish the voices would pour from every orifice. Bleed from my bones and drain me of this illness.

Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.

She was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.

I grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.

Every freckle, mole, dimple, and scar, shine bright in my body’s constellation of stars.

Sticks and stones break bones but words ferment like poison. A slow, painful death.

Twinkle in her eyes and a thousand laughter lines; signs of life done right.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

Every revolution starts and ends with his lips.

Her red lips were like a bow dipped in the blood of ease.

All the scars I hide fearfully, you see; counting them carefully with your lips, and telling me they are beautiful.

How is it that I can drink from your lips and still crave? More and more, and even more of you.

My lips thirst for yours but they are desert dry our hostile environment has weathered our love.