Bodies in Oasis

Photo by Jorge Bermudez on Unsplash

The kiss you left me with was full of acetone. Stripping away the polish that I thought worthy enough to put on display. The sun-filled finger tips no longer caress my skin. I am left pale and bare, longing to be sun-kissed again. Your whispers that were once relayed from my eardrrums to my brain are now lost somewhere in the file cabinets of the memories that I no longer hold.