| renegue | part one- nostalgia    chlorine water falls down our legs in drops, rivers down our honey tinted skin. we lay out our towels on the sandpapered wood and whisper our secrets, pretending that we would always keep them. forever and ever like good girls do.   night time falls and stars hide … More nostalgia


i flinch every time i am touched because i think it is you, the way your wet fingers ran up and down my leg, and underneath my breasts, knotting them through my hair. i still feel your touch in the nightmares that leave me screaming in the empty darkness. honey, the way you said you’d … More more