Submissions by L-O-W

A sick secret slithers silence across her lips, thoughts wither feeling hands on her hips. Fixed, she is bound in place, chains constrain; my sheets smother another pretty face.

Fear.            
                                      Fear?

Gentle
                       Tranquilizing, preserved
                       Precious, beloved and cherished
                       Feathers, silk, inamorata, fangs
                       Used, victimized, perilous
                       Transcendental, awakening,
                             Rough.

font=Verdana][font=Times New Roman]Adrenaline is the wash of neon lights that engulfs avenues of ire. It sounds like iced wails and taste like bitter sweet metal. It smells like an eradicating aroma, it looks like fire brands, and it makes me feel lunar.
Adrenaline is the stain of scotching chrisom lips, molten like blood. Its sound is the laceration of fabric, taste like icy menthol and nipping claret. Adrenaline smells like searing thirst and cast like an alluring doxy; it makes me feel unconfined within affliction.
Adrenaline is a nocturnal dusk laced with smoking stars enkindling...