

Sunblind At best, their love was apoplecticseething, carnal and real. Three years of gutter living guaranteed this. Undeterred by the sour dankness of breath and empty stomachs, they kissed frequently, irreverently, to fill the street air with disquietude. Eventually, people stopped gawking and acclimated to their way of life.Sunblind by ~VilandrasFury
Despite their torrid relationship, not a soul suspected Abbey when Ella's body turned up in a creek outside the city limits. This type of thing happened from time to time, and most ci


Sunday Mornings SundaysSunday Mornings by ~VilandrasFury
on the
r o c k s .
Coffee: black.
Skin: white.
Skin-tight
in all the right places.
I take you in waves, in courses,
in meals made
for gorging
and purging-a cycle
subsisting
to feed an addiction
to bile,
attrition of body, of mind
and a soul
flushed
like the first and last goldfish
you ever bought.