name with rage.
escape my mouth. The high-decibel sound
waves of my hostile screams slam into the
walls. I’m seething,
sip to quench
dryness in my throat.
Refreshed again, no more yuck cotton mouth.
Thanks for the inspiration, Ben! This was a fun challenge. 🙂
You are incredibly obstreperous!
are my lessons.
Sentience is my total existence.
me like I’m
than the next thing he’s doing. I’m in love.
have you suck
the life from me.
My own deep wounds need some attention now.