Crimson vice white
Breathless astride you
This murder begets
A pursued silence
Rising
A long exiled sun
Filters into the room
As evaporating
This chill transfuses
Leaking
Into your empty chest
Encasing you in ice
While the black fur
Begins to bristle
Through your pores
Shudders and shivers
Slowly fade
Boiling and melting
This blood stirs
My furry creature
With magenta paws
And broken wings
Sear life unto me again
An expecting silence
Sets the stage
For my first pulse…
Author notes
fourth and final piece in the 'crimson paws' line...for now. enjoy.
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oh yes! rebirth ...
no matter what has happened we ALWAYS come out tops don't we?
it's the wonder of the human spirit methinks!
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