Goth Adult Woman

You knew of my home room weakness, painted female hands, alone or in private. Nails with teeth your collar drips spikes. I dream of countless misunderstandings. Giving all else more of the long sting. Red open bloom as tears flood the valley of breath. With you, I am learning how to cry this summer again. The smell of darkness gives way and I give you more than the bright yellow light. Your silver spray it drains off my soul. Completely inside where it's warm just my head hanging out. I speak of what I must feel life comes from strong muscles.