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Jay Ashford Jul 2016
I kept guessing the finger,
that traced along my skin.

Now it's gone, gone with the wind!
Now it's no longer here, to keep me guessing!
Come back, dear finger, I promise not to twitch!
Come home, dear finger, right where you should be!
Forgive me, was I wrong?
Forgive me, have my demons won?
Dear finger, keep tracing across my back!
Dear finger, tear away my skin, pick at my bones!

Dear
Finger
Rip
Me
To
Shreds -

DEAR FINGER! DEAR FINGER! TRACE ALONG MY SKIN!
DEAR FINGER! DEAR FINGER! MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE! ANYTHING!
any form of interaction with you is worth it.
Jay Ashford Apr 2017
Mink -
You had me killed
Resting softly on my shoulder.

You command to my ears;
Your -
Hot breath dribbles down my neck

Don't think I can't see
You're always in periphery -
Snow white silk, laced expression

indeed, Poisoned,
You now mean everything -
Maps can be drawn on the lines of your skin

glassy eyes, flaming cheek
Already your tail -
wrapped my neck and chin.

I was king and ruled the world
my crown was You -
Your velvet fur.
Jay Ashford Apr 2017
That's you,
You fool
You jest.

With life,
You flirt
You jab.

No lines,
You cross
You invade.

*******
Your mind
You scream.

Swine them
You act
Your scene.




          Stroke your own ego ****!

Only a fool jests
When the guillotine stands
You dare flirt when
Your face is like a jab

The invasion failed
When you crossed rebellion
Your mind screams ****
"I beg to differ. I'm so different."

I've seen enough.
The act stops,
At this very scene.

Meaning doesn't
mean
Meaningless things.

I bet, with
Closed eyes
You make bets.

Black is your comfort
In your little world;
It's your safety blanket
You haven't thrown.

— The End —