Bottle That

 

 

Kissing you with blood between my teeth


Purple lips dotted with black bruises


There wasn't one part that remained unscathed


The violence and lover in me, remained unfazed


Peach white tea and icy stunned tongues


But I was boiling beneath this skin


Carpet burn peeking through my ripped jeans


It was a distinct dialect of devilish


Too bad we could bottle that without the decimation.






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djtj's picture

Agree

The distinct dialect of devilish...violence and peach white tea Intiquing write

eleven_eleven's picture

thank you ;)

thank you ;)

allets's picture

Cool Consonance

Those devilish repeated d's.  :) slc


 

 

eleven_eleven's picture

alliteration...it gets us

alliteration...it gets us every time 

allets's picture

Cool Consonance

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