Inktober day 16: Grungy (Patreon)

Instead a poem today if thats ok with y'all.

the air is stale

in the basement i reside

i like it

reminds me i am human

since the world outside

does not

her breathing is even

and slow

her hair falls on the pillow

in shapes like van gough

lips parted and breath warm

bare beneath my sheets

in such contrast

to my smudged eyeliner

and leftover foundation

and yet tangled

together

we fit