Ophelia

There are nights
I want to meet every lover
And indulge in their language of romance
Flick my tongue into their mouths
And taste their secrets

There are nights
I pick up my phone
Dial your memorized number
And hold my finger over the call button
To hear you say “ Hey, Whats up?”

There are nights
I want to drown in my lover’s bathroom
Made of thousands of dollar
So I can show:
Im a woman of self-destruction
In the highest fashion

Reviews

[Stephanie]

WOW. Amazing. Amazing. Amazing. The imagery. The bouncy rhythm of the words. The honesty that i know holds true to you lol this is really great Alex. I'm.... Beside myself. Awesome piece.

[Alexandra]

Can’t wait to start working on the chapbook, sis!