CRASH LANDING

ST
ST
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

It’s your captain speaking;

Please prepare for descent.


Turbulence rocks the cabin like you rocked the bed, and my world last night.


Terror floods my body,

Spiralling 69,000 feet out of control.


Beads of sweat begin to trickle down my hot flushed face.

The last time my cheeks burned this hard was when you had me handcuffed to your headboard.


You are my Superman,

And I am your kryptonite.


We crash land into the ocean, and water fills my lungs the way your poison disperses through my mind.

The most fucked up part is that I would hand over the last life jacket, and let you use my corpse as a raft.

-ST

ST

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I’d rather put pen to paper, because talk is cheap. I write not to please, but to stun. Instagram: @love_lust_loss Photo credit: Jack Vettriano

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