MÉRET OPPENHEIM

FLUSHED

can i tell you something?

there's days where i wished i'd never known you, but others where i want to be consumed by every vein that designs your body
i have to keep me to myself, because i feel like it's too sacred to spill myself over in just words
my thoughts stick close to my tongue, but never pours
but
then
i think about a world after me
the impressions i've left on the dirt as i walked
the salt of tears absorbed into pores of skin
who cares anyway? my brain loves this repetitive punishment
but i keep probing in my dreams


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reoccurring thoughts:
MOIST MORNING (i walked alone that day)
SULKED SOFT CHEEK (out of anxiety, i'd bite my cheeks until they bled)
HOW BLOOD VESSELS DILATE UNDER STRESS & EMBARRASSMENT UNDER THE SKIN

BATAILLE COVER INSPIRATION

PHOTOLOG 05

SILKED WHITE NIGHT

appled nose 
tipped pink
milked eyes glimmer
in the light that passes through the room

MY BODY COLLAPSES WHEN I THINK OF YOU 

i want the intensity of embarrassment 
i want the immensity of desire

the red neon light stains my skin as i walk past the EXIT sign
i want to abide by you, always (but i will never admit)

there is danger in this skin 
there is allure in your mouth
there are words i imagined but you've never said
there is death in your gait

he moved boundless like the night

LOVE is much bigger than my mind