photo by zaria rashay

the worst

zaria rashay

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a poetic prose

devoted, devastated, and delirious. i find myself on your tongue. i am in the sleekness of your cheeks. you still taste of me. you have to. how could you not when i can still describe your flavor? i show my new lover my tongue while i wonder how long you can stay away from me. i know they can smell you on the curve of my hips. they have found your kiss in the dimples of my thighs. can see your handprints on the soft swell of my lower belly. i wonder if they can see i am still full of you. i know that i leak from your mouth when you open it. i have to. how could you not when i still worship the beauty of your name? i turn away from them when i can not help but weep for you from all my orifices. this land of mine was holy before i let you roam each crevice and will remain so even after this lover replaces you.

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zaria rashay

the nighttime musings of a poetess. in the daylight i sew things and play at production design. ig @zariarashay youtube: zariarashay