SOL: Ingenious

Tell me more of addiction
He says, picking nails at the
End of the bed as I stretch
Emitting purrs like a feline
Languidly checking my back for
Bite marks
Answering his question
Through intentional absence
As the daylight crawls and
Falls over the sandstone walls

3AM Thoughts // AKA “A Habit, A Destructive Vice, A Toll.”

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