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Inktober Day 12

Prompt- Slippery

I feel the warmth of your butterfly touch linger on my eyelids like the rays of the summer sun kissing my face filling my heart with the cotton candy clouds of bliss that float so leisurely by decorating the bright blue sky of our blazing young love.

Your fragrance pervades the air like petrichor, wrapping around me the blankets of wistful memories, trying to warm my frigid bones in the ghastly cold of my desolate winter spent trying to rub the feelings back into my numb skin.

But ours was only a summer love, confined to the few months of feel-good attraction, days spent in beds of sweet smelling grass, stargazing nights accentuated by moments in between in the backseats of cars smelling of dust and teenage angst and strangely of an all-consuming incinerating desire that destroys the innocence of ingenuity.

You slipped through the faults in my detestable broken soul craving for moonlight    kisses and dances under the rain, like the slippery seasons that keep changing with time, inevitably ushering in the cold after the cheery days of lovesick spring that made sunflowers grow through my veins.

You go back to her like you never left, leaving the wilting roses on my bedside table as remnants of a daydream that left stardust in my hollow heart and blizzards trapped inside my haunted eyes for the eternity that came after our limited infinity of unkept promises made in the intoxicated trance of an illicit affair.

Reality and illusions merge into a diasphora of contrasting hues as I am left wondering, if I dreamt you up

and if what we had was ever true.

#inktober

(Gosh, when I changed my style for Inktober to this I was unsure whether it would suit me....and now smh I can't write in any other style unless am trying too hard...welp☠)