a gasp of lavender
reaches the parts of me that belong to you
smoke that twists, twirls, transforms—
a weapon, fleeting yet lethal
will it glow inside like it did before
will it emulate your touch
sacrilegious
the false wisps of a former life
rush under my skin
into my blood
it’s not enough
never enough
not you
ANDROMEDA PRATT: 20 year old student. likes stream of consciousness, creative writing, and anatomy. named after the galaxy.