Hands

They sit there, bloodied hands,
Claiming innocence, no harm done.
Of all their sins, none were committed.
In their eyes, they are righteous.

Foolish.
How foolish.

Eyes

It’s often said that the eyes are the gateway to the soul.
I’d say that the eyes are simply just cracks in the mask we wear.

Hair

I still remember
The bliss
Of my fingers
In his hair

Feet

Queen
Send feet
Plz send feet

Penis

Cum

Butt

PAWG of the day

Mouth

That from which all lies flow
               Sweet words send butterflies
Deceiving and twisting words for gain
               Affirmation and lovely linguistic affairs

Nose

Eucalyptus and sunshine
Lavender and seashores
Fresh grass and rain
All these little simplicities prove a small escape

Fingers

Pads and prints
A simple touch
Ahh
Relief

Ears

From early age, our ears assist
The sound of parents’ voice
A simple lullaby to chaotic symphony

As we age, comfort remains
In certain sounds
A memory or two
Sweet or sour

Sound!
Oh! Sweet sound!

Wrist

He grabbed my wrist
With too much force
After all, I was just a dumb bitch

He grabbed my wrist
Right where the bruise rested
Instantly, I winced

He grabbed my wrist
I fought back
Though, freedom isn’t so sweetly achieved

He grabbed my wrist
Just as he had so many times
Before I knew, he fell and took me with him

Brain

Electrons and dopamine wreak havoc
Mixed signals create instability
Hijacked receptors
Insanity sets in
To mend what was broken since the beginning

Thighs

I hate to
Break it to
You

But thicc thighs don’t actually save lives
They cannot be used as a flotation device

Heart

That thing that rests
Within your chest
Is fragile and breaks
With ease, not even a sweat

Palm

A girlfriend won’t fix the core of your problems, Bud
It will only let you hold hands until your palms get clammy

Soul

A beautiful, wretched thing
The wicked, gracious innate expression of self
Rarely seen untainted and untamed