Like Sin & Spring

The Lithium Chronicles

I wear her name like sin,
wispy and swirling
like the hem of summer
dresses biting the inside
of my thighs.
I wear her moans like spring,
heavy and wet
like coats dripping why
down the back of my neck.
I splash in the puddles of her,
the pools of her
like spring and summer,
and I feel the slick wet of them
both until I scrunch my toes
against the broken soles
of the hand-me-down shoes
she used to adore.

© Nicole Lyons 2018

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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