Free Hand #33

I spoke words, that dripped

and dewed across your head.

As you laid there, waiting for

the sun to rise, waiting

for me to leave your side.

The words they gathered,

till you were slick and

wet, crystallized and

waiting, waiting, waiting.


 

If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

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