Royal Blood
written by: Yesmine Lagras
They call me monster,
but you..
you bring me sunlight
in a chalice of your own ribs,
daring me to drink.
Foolish, beautiful mortal.
Don’t you know
I’ve grown fangs
just to blunt them
on your “almost?”
This is how we love;
with my teeth aching,
with your pulse begging,
with the space between
never and now
stretched taut
as a corset of lilies
O prince of wilted flowers,
who taught you to love
a thing that devours
by refusing to?
A writer who lives where light meets shadow, in the quiet spaces between memory and longing. I write poetry to untangle emotions without names and prose to give voice to the stories humming beneath my skin.
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- Royal Blood - July 22, 2025
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