Six feet tall and arms like bundled wire. He go strutting the length of the house. Bottle cap pried up with his long bad teeth, spitting tin and blood in the trashcan and turning to put that sweet mouth on me, saying, Heart, come closer. Come here. Loving in your wolfish, in your wicked.
Source: guernicamag.com
10 Notes/ Hide
-
oma-rapeti reblogged this from guernicamag
-
snargafood reblogged this from guernicamag
-
poetryandteeth likes this
-
dayvmattt likes this
-
manfrommontreal likes this
-
madegrace likes this
-
toddcamack likes this
-
skepticalorangutan likes this
-
notbecauseofvictories likes this
-
guernicamag posted this
