Ash.... Poem I'm tired..... I am tired of translating your silence, of untangling the threads of your lies just to find a version of us that actually never existed. We built a cathedral out of maybe, and watched it collapse under the weight of never. I'm tiered... I'm tired of the fake shit. So let the fire have it. Let the hope turn into ash. Because I am done with breathing in the smoke of you and calling it love. I'm stepping out. Let the ground go cold. Every word you speak has a double bottom, a trapdoor, a hidden seam. taking my time, I would pull at loose threads, thinking I was mending us to only realize I was unraveling myself you guided me with false hope while laying all your dreams all around But a knot pulled too tight eventually chokes the life out of things it holds. NO MORE EXCUSES, This is where I cut the loose end Because every clearance opened up to a cliff. Every path led to a question. Every question was a quick lie. What a sick kind of alchemy, turning devotion into vertigo. But you can go and sad I win because I wave my flag twin Ashes to Ashes Dust till Dust. THE ASH OF IT ......... Delleesa Harris 6/29/26 In the ash of something that burns your skin, your soul your insanity. When love turns into lies When love turns you

Henny Walk Medusa Talk I can't believe the Henny got me going this deep when my mind chose to sleep, allowing my body to become weak. The Hennessy fills my throat with a heavy tied, a sudden heat, While I trace the rim of my cup looking for him, where do I begin. Thinking of all the dark things I could do to him, pouring the lust so deep oh! I think I am about to nut up...... I like it sour, I like it sweet, I like deep, and I mean Skin deep. Oh, shit this Henny got me fucked up. Liking lips, Licking titts oh my how divine So, I take another sip. I want the sex that tears the skin, To seek a violent, brief embrace, while the poison settles in. This Henny is talking for me again...... Blur the lines as your fingers touch all the edges of my body while your touch lingers for hours. while the Henny strips away the careful walls of hesitation leaving behind this dizzy sexual demon mind. I look you in your eyes, realizing the vertigo I see is not from the glass. It's terrifying how you completely own me in the dark My hands find your body, not with a gentle touch, but with a desperate grip of drowning; don't forget to grip those hips. Y'all this Henny got me clowning...... Flip me over and tie me up. Wait, is that enough? I want to press my mouth to yours until the bitterness of the Henny melts into something devastatingly sweet, until neither of us can remember where the chemicals end and the blood begins. This Henny allows me to look at this sexual monster of my own devotion and realize I would gladly let it consume me as long as I can breathe the air right out of your lungs. Now give me another sip of that Henny By Delleesa Harris 6/30/26