The walls we build. Hidden to the untrained eye. He saw all of them. When they kissed she forgot them. The inhibitions. "Whose right? What's wrong?" None of that mattered. Then she opened her eyes and saw her reflection. Startled. Alarmed. She closed her eyes, he kissed her again. Electric. Fire. Water. Earth. The electricity felt on the back of her neck like fresh piercings. The fire in his chest amplified with each breath. The water in them adhering to their vessel, no questions to ask, it is known. When her skin touched his, they grounded back to the Earth they came from. She woke. It was too real. "Let go. Let go now." Right shoulder. "I mean, you can get you a taste first." Left shoulder. She made up her mind that day. He would have to die. She wasn't willing to just walk away or to stay, she wanted the best of both worlds. She would make sure he would never love another or he would never give himself completely because of the fear of dying again. Perfect. She only likes pleasure when it's spiked with pain. /// SIDE PIECE WHAT UP /// Thotless a True Story /// Available Everywhere /// #la#nyc#music#newmusic#thotless#photography#art#digitalart#desertwave#graphicdesign#soul#randb#hiphop#weareone#indigenous#independent#artist#poetry#sidepiece#godislove
...most people wandering around killing time were asked "can I help you?" while I got "are you lost?" in every store 😐 and why is this tiny piece of fabric $30? I cannot but how else are people supposed to know I'm hashtag queer?