wings of blood stained memories
held fathomless in the black kissed waters.
naked and broken
drenched in the rapsody
of moonlights hauntings.
let me not sink so far
let that which is in my fears become
silver tears echoing in the histories of me,
locked withinmy torn and tattered heart,
chained and hanged in dryiong blood.
my grave dug no deeper than i can breathe.
when i saw her
the way she looked at him
like razor blade kisses and the desires of barbed wire hand cuffs,
and when i saw the way his eyes traveled up her tattered fishnet ladders and burned into the raw essence of woman,
as he undressed her with a lick of his dry cracking lips,
and he tested the memory of her taste on his heated tounge,
i knew, i knew,
he was looking at her and thinking
about thier last Fuck.
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