Twisted Mist

Reads: 11  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Twisted Mist

In the gristle of the dark's twilight. Through a mirror of cracked glass and twisted mist. With a decayed shadow behind the veil. Your tongue touches my soul. Kissing in the pale of a winter's dew from your urn. As the wings of the windmill turn grinding our ashes to a meal.


Submitted: July 11, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Atticus Abbey. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Other Content by Atticus Abbey

Poem / General Erotica

Poem / Poetry