Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Breathing

Your silk hair can't fall through my fingertips like water anymore,

you've changed sides.

your skin is no longer smooth, but somewhat coarse...?

amazing you left for him, not surprising.

go hide behind your no longer standing refuge, oh wait, I BURNED IT So you can't hide.

This amuses me now, the fact you try to get away, when I'm holding your wrists so tightly, my nails are practically making you bleed!

the face I once thought was a piece of art work is now scum...

so as I hold the knife against your throat, say you love him again...

then say good night, sweet little pearl.

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