My Poetry

Another day of panging flesh-eating disasters, my stomach fluttering in delight, at the thought of his eyes roaming my musked thighs. - Autumn Winchester

You are creeping amongst my bedding, while I am asleep; I know you're there, my eyes refusing to open. You're crazed. - Autumn Winchester

Good morning, my beloved Hope the sand man stops by, He asks why you're here with me When there's another in your dreams. - Autumn Winchester

Complextion, January kiss. Bitten nails, swollen lips, a perfect way to be. - Autumn Winchester

He once told me that I was beautiful. I wasn't beautiful enough to keep myself in his dreams, or lifeline. I'm in discomfort, my wild eyes seek composure. - Autumn Winchester

Fire in my lungs, I'm an astounded withered soul. I heal, yet it won't complete or fill the emptiness that will always consume me. - Autumn Winchester

I'm swollen, it's intense, full, and in need. My body is a garden. My body is the untold story of never-ending chaos and rhythmic loss. - Autumn Winchester

They're closed, I can feel you. Enter my void, raise my vibrations against the touch of the tips of your fingers, as I remember how things should be. - Autumn Winchester