Editor’s note: we will be delivering individual works from our first issue to your inbox daily, until we run out! If you want to view the full first issue of bloodbathhate, click here. Thank you Divisha for this vampire lust - the essence of living I have idle hands that touch your veins and blush\we are moving in decimals as the day stretches over another day\wild-grass and weeds rub my shoulder as I sigh and lie in your embrace\\ I think I just went missing somewhere between your thighs though I do not mind that when you offer your heart on a platter\I look for poetry in the crease between your palms and melt into the softness of our love - a sanctuary of blood oaths and crisp blue skies and bats paying homage to our meeting \ we pluck pomegranates from the graveyard and give ourselves to the deluge\red is painted permanently on our teeth and we ravage in losing ourselves to devotion\there's no one in sight - I look as far as my eyes can see, our souls are the only one inhibiting human forms and I like how special that makes me feel\Our limbs dance in the melody this delirium creates\ we gorge to our appetites and float like vultures set free \ Yesterday, I thought we died in an ending but today marks another beginning where you and I are living ghosts for eternity.
September 8th: Poetry by Divisha Chaudhry
September 8th: Poetry by Divisha Chaudhry
September 8th: Poetry by Divisha Chaudhry
Editor’s note: we will be delivering individual works from our first issue to your inbox daily, until we run out! If you want to view the full first issue of bloodbathhate, click here. Thank you Divisha for this vampire lust - the essence of living I have idle hands that touch your veins and blush\we are moving in decimals as the day stretches over another day\wild-grass and weeds rub my shoulder as I sigh and lie in your embrace\\ I think I just went missing somewhere between your thighs though I do not mind that when you offer your heart on a platter\I look for poetry in the crease between your palms and melt into the softness of our love - a sanctuary of blood oaths and crisp blue skies and bats paying homage to our meeting \ we pluck pomegranates from the graveyard and give ourselves to the deluge\red is painted permanently on our teeth and we ravage in losing ourselves to devotion\there's no one in sight - I look as far as my eyes can see, our souls are the only one inhibiting human forms and I like how special that makes me feel\Our limbs dance in the melody this delirium creates\ we gorge to our appetites and float like vultures set free \ Yesterday, I thought we died in an ending but today marks another beginning where you and I are living ghosts for eternity.