until we bleed

Vultures are holy creatures.

Tending the dead.

Bowing low.

Bared head.

Whispers to cold flesh,

“Your old name is not your king.

I rename you ‘Everything.’”

انت روحي — "you are my soul"

"Soul Connection"

Kissing her while I finger her so I can feel her moan in my mouth.

I read this as Kissinger and thought it was a joke about him being dead

Inspo