wuthering heightsA Poem by Alano, woman, brooding, you beautiful thing you king of all things you tower over me how can i take you over you’ll swing my way one day i’ll take you down lower i’ll make you forget you’re better than me you make me perverted. it’s depraved; it’s a lifestyle; ritual, no: fantasy yes, i am the man this time. it’s ok, this would all be fine if you’d ever relax. i’ve come home (wanted you.) o, my woman, i’m so cold. here, if you’ll notice these cracks in my skin where it’s falling out; lick them shut like an envelope. open up now, slam my fingers in your open window. © 2020 Alan |
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Added on April 25, 2020 Last Updated on April 25, 2020 Tags: sonnet, woman, wuthering heights, kate bush AuthorAlanAbout20 years old, English major & music minor (cellist) @ NAU, they/them pronouns (she/her won't offend me, though). I want to get more practice reviewing others work and receiving criticism! instagram .. more..Writing
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