Here's two I finished. First one's pretty morbid, have no clue where it came from.


Silky silver smoke sways in the jittering halogen light bulb suspended from the ceiling with chains. Stale, it slaps my face with its stench. It is greasy against my skin. It makes my teeth feel filmy, my tongue thick and my throat dries even as it heaves. Through the halo of chemical fog you shine, glittering against splashes of shadow and patches of clinical glow. Hair pasted to your brow with cold sweat, eyes ringed in red. A broken smile puling at your cracked lips. Even in death you take my breath away. Even in death I crave your touch.


You gave me life when you came alive. When your fingers first clawed my flesh. When your tongue first danced with mine. When you became me and I became you, when we were one. My first breath was the scream escaping your lips. My first cry was the arch of your back beneath me. My first sight was you shivering in the night. I still possess all of you, though you own all of me. I give you back my life so that you may grant me time to live it, so that each day I can come alive again.
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