Sinking Anchors

Boys come and go

but your scent remains etched on my skin,

Your lips engraved onto my soul.

Pleasure ends as soon as it begins,

After which I become numb

Except for the pain, it comes

In waves, crashing into me

On the nights

when I have no one to hold

No anchors to keep me from sinking

and I lay cold

until the morning.

Engulfed by your memory.

 

 

 

 

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Author: Kalia Attal

I am an aspiring investigative journalist with a single dream: to save the world. It may seem impossible, but I believe knowledge promotes tolerance, and tolerance breeds empathy, kindness, and compassion. Love is the cure for Earth's cancer.

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