Blood That Spells, by little_irish_rose
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It grazed against my skin,
it's mouth biting down...
I closed my eyes in pain,
as the blood fell all around...
It came again more gently,
licking at it's mark...
Turning off the light,
still running in the dark...
The blade came back again,
still hurtful with meaningful tears...
It's kiss is dripping on the ground,
next to the pills and beers...
Our dance is still in darkness,
each step taken with grace...
Hidden in the darkness,
covering my face...
Suddenly the light comes on,
and my face is full of shame...
For underneath my feet,
is a bloody puddle that spells your name... |
Posted: 2005-09-06 03:39:40 UTC |
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