The Real Doctor Love

You cut me with your scalpel tongue; a precise line, fine. Oh, the pretty heart break; gorgeous crimson beads. Beats, one hundred bpm–dropping. I remember when your lips dripped honey; I licked the declarations, greedy for all of your affections.

Doctor Love, you’re the death of me, slow–cruel.

Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

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