Tag Archives: Charlotte Covey

ruins

lightning before thunder, counting the seconds in between, make sure you’re safe. i wasn’t lost, since i’d always been—but he was itching for the unexplored, losing sight of solid. he made a home in quagmire eyes, in sandstorm hair mixed … Continue reading

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purging

violet eyes match violet wrists. the way he breathes in gasps makes everything drama. he cradles rotten food like it’s art because it’s only for looking at, it can’t hurt me anymore. throw it at the wall; all you’ll have … Continue reading

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labor day

stale summer air mixed with the smell of alcohol. slowly soothing, lulling you to decisions, unwise. but it’s just so hard to remember he is not the one who held you all night, who kissed your cheek, gazed deep. he … Continue reading

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