She wore a
glimmering
necklace of
steel and emerald
tears with a
crystal
clear vial of
my crystalline
blood
poised below her
clavicles
and it cracked on
the same day
that the sky ripped
in half and the
trees upheaved
themselves
and my blood
dripped down in
between her breasts
and dried there in
the cleavage
What a vivid description of a such a surreal experience
I like how right after I read your writing I have to step back a moment and think about what I just read. It's like I was there for this haha
Nice job man!
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