Your fingers,
warm against my cheek,
caressing like pages
of sacred scrolls.
Your eyes are
vacant hotel rooms,
green glowing
in the dark.
The slack of
your jaw, the heat
of your breath,
So inviting.
Through the mirror,
rivulets of black,
and red, crawl
into your mouth,
lining your throat,
wiring muscle and bone,
burrowing copper
deep inside pink folds.
Your voice, your body,
a conduit.
Wow 🤩
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Thank you very much!
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Is this creepy or am I misinterpreting it?
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I wrote it from the perspective of a phone. It’s about the negative effects of too much screen time and the anxiety it causes, until it kind of takes over your life. I did want it to feel very uncomfortable and invasive.
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You have succeeded, Jon. Well done.
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Thanks!
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