your solid stare
your chestnut hair
that diamond in your eyes
and the napalm on your lips
don't curl your lips like horns at me
don't unfurl your nails and drift to me
don't stay and come and spook my skin
don't wallow in your flesh of sin
Your static tongue is
held back by an anvil
chrome slowly creeping
your caress lashes
are beauty to me
but your breast is cold
and your touch is old
past
movin' on
movin' on
silence screams
movin' on
Author notes
i guess this went more serial killer than the texture-based "soft dead things" i had originally intended. but i still like it. reminds me of that song by guns n' roses: "used to love her." something like that.
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Comments
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Wow.....
this one really struck me. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the way you wrote it is enough to give someone chills. Nice job on this write, hun
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I see where you were going. This is pretty delicious. I really liked the imagery.
"spook my skin"
that's damn fine.
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