Brute Love 

The taste of his lips pales in comparison of how you used to bite me. How your callous hands wrapped around my neck. Your animalistic growl in my ear. I'd bleed again if only you asked me too. 


Rainy Days

There's an unsubtle wind blowing round houses, creeping its way into every nock and cranny threaten to blow it down. The rain slides down the roof blurring windows and flooding streets. Trees seems to be dancing joyful for the rain to feed their hollow bodies.