Take. Whatever that you need and break the pieces you don’ want to. Shake the ground I’m stepping on and make the heart weep with rage It’s… Read more “Take”
Author: Lizardin Bain
Occasional writer, vocational dreamer, helpless romantic, and hypocritical cynic.
Here it comes
The gentle hum under my skin itching, finding its way out. It’s time. The Universe arranges a path that I can sense and I can see –… Read more “Here it comes”
A secret
A touch. A fleeting illusion of closeness shying away in the face of others. Not much. I don’t intend to pry. It’s useless. It can bloom under… Read more “A secret”
Ouch.
You say there is no love to salvage that I have ruined or haven’t seen the lack of it before. It was a cruel jest but I… Read more “Ouch.”
Always there
The luckiest creation on the Earth is wearing truth, like cherished bracelet her tongue sweet, but sharp runs wild with the fantasies and lies a perfect trickstress … Read more “Always there”
