#227 (dancing debt)

two wings on your shoulderblades when you told me I was the only beautiful dancer at the club though you couldn't see I was dancing for my life yet you saw me eyes closed, sixteen years my face a battlefield of hormones and emotional struggle the cigarettes always burnt out too soon the bottles emptied … Continue reading #227 (dancing debt)


#208 (untethered)

somewhere along the lines I drowned in his gaze his smile bathed me and I lost my tether to the world floating between golden leaves my skin became a whisper my flesh a sigh all the time resting in a single teardrop ¬© Matthias Geh, 26th February 2018