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Kiss me softly
then
fuck me like you love me.
And even if you don’t,
soothe my ego.
I want to lose
and then find myself
again and
again and
again.
Stain my bones
then
patent my name.
Vacant canvases shape artists, too.
But I don’t just belong on top—
Put me inside your finest frame.
Hang me high,
present me to strangers
and
any lover that dare follows.
Make it known—
their essence could
get razed, too.
As a winner of Aesthetica Magazine's Creative Writing Award for Poetry and the author of "Frayed Edges," Tor Rose has a penchant for whimsical storytelling. Captivating readers with her satirical musings, she writes for those seeking autonomy from postmodern norms. Intertwining art and literature, Tor continues to push the boundaries of poetic expression.
