Skies of South Africa

The smell of the beach is what I miss most. The hotel I was in was a couple minutes from this very cold water and its like that all year round. I couldn’t feel my toes after a second of dipping them in. The hotel is called Atlantic Beach Hotel



your putrid soul spread into me and I can never scrub my self clean again

feed me your sorrow and I will swallow

i saw your melon head, the two scars on your scalp. i saw your hands, not holding mine. I so wished so. I felt your arms i drowned in your eyes. Yes, drowned swallowed your tears filling up my lungs and I coughed up, not your love but my heart,

Ink and dad

I don’t know why I think of that day endlessly. The room empty, soon to be mine. Just me and that correction pen. The sheer curiosity that ended with confusion. I’d shake it and hear a ball inside, a voice like ticking. Is it really a ball? Why is it

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