#ForeheadKisses
I touch the memory of your fingers in my skin.
#ForeheadKisses
I touch the memory of your fingers in my skin.
Ding, ding, ding. Three notifications, one after the other. His hand is shaking. Reads them before answering.
"I cried making it."
send
"I can't stop thinking of you."
send
"I miss"
He stares at the screen, unsure whether he should send it or not.
“you”
send
#ForeheadKisses #microfiction #writing
Train
I run. Down the escalator, through a platform, up another escalator. There is a train. A couple of steps. Almost. But my legs give up, my calves cramping. I stumble, next step, I fall. […]
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Your hand was soft,
Your moustache were coarse.
Your kiss was sweet,
Your embrace were coerce.
i can no longer condone mere progressive reform.
anyway. bounty of #foreheadkisses for hacking the language to prevent resource hording and proprietization of the commons lol
saaaaame for the descriptives of a bloodless and progressively quartered revolving into #solarpunk anarcho-communism.