porcelain skin

Life and Times of a Quirky Character

Dark nights

And damp mornings

Leave me

With pits and ripened aches

In my chest

It was at the hotel

In town square

Where I fell into his

Porcelain skin

Tempted by the

Color of lust

Only to wake

At the dawn of

The sun

And see that my own

Soul had

Turned to stone.

Hardened to my


And sins.

Photo by Ilona Bellotto on Unsplash. If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

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