Sky at Dusk


Whiskey Teeth

I don’t want to say something cliche.
Like, her smile is intoxicating.
It is.

Or, how when she speaks it mesmerizes me.
It does.

I want to say something malicious.
Like, she’s only pouring you out because she’s thirsty.
it may be.

Or, how the sluggish bliss I feel is actually poison.
It feels so.

Regardless, when she swirls the glass,
Commanding the flavor to rise,
I lick my lips and imagine being that glass.
To satiate. To be devoured.


‘Tis the Season

I made a holiday GIF text to all my friends. My parents also get this.
You may need to reload the page to see this gem in all its glory. I’m no graphic designer after all.