With forked tongue you speak,
coiling around lovers and lies…constricting -
two puncture wounds into the neck
of innocence.
Only a grin,
half closed, satiated eyes,
in the face of love.
A life…your reward reaped…
As you slither away.
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November 1, 2011
The Story of Us
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man, do i give diana ross a run for her money,with a straightening iron in my hand and "someday we'll be together" playing on the ipod.
November 1st, 2011 at 12:55 pm
Ouch – this is really vivid. Nicely written.
November 1st, 2011 at 1:01 pm
Thanks….
Unfortunately, it’s all too true.