you thought you could frame me and call it art, but you only hung me up because my colours matched your room I forgot all faces but yours when I was left alone to fend for no one, like names lost in shame on your long walk home
Category: love story
Fresh Flesh
your shell renews every seven years new skin new stories new sins one day I'll forget your touch my flesh will lose your scent a decade lost to your name By MazMcN
Coffee Breath
Matthew was cradling his coffee in his hands, close to his chest as if it was a wounded bird. He had swirled it around a few times like he never wanted it to be empty. Was he even drinking it? His head was subtly tilted to the left and his lips parted just enough that a simple … Continue reading Coffee Breath
Maz McN 