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Kim Elaydo Jan 2016
hundreds of years
from generations, transcending
always below, never equal
under white-washed pavements

dried fragile bones
hollow skulls and locked jaws
unremembered and unloved
under white-washed pavements

lost with tied hands
stuck, bound to the land
because of the unlucky man
under white-washed pavements

she scratches the walls
in vain for air and a bed of flowers
shackled to bed -- always restless
under white-washed pavements

breathless, caught in his hands
the contrast, it enthralls
no choice but to obey
under white-washed pavements

she screams in empty pillow cases
his favorite song to hear --
her song of desperate hope resounds
under white-washed pavements
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Kim Elaydo Jan 2016
Cold blood
Cracking skin
Purple lips
Blue nails
 
Dull eyes
Stiff hands
Torn clothes
******* –*
 
I didn’t mean to do it.
I only wanted a kiss — 
I only wanted her whole body;
It was something I couldn’t miss.
 
She was the predator;
I was the prey
From when she opened the door
Across the hallway.
 
Why did she lead me there?
Didn’t she want it?
She wouldn’t go all the way
Until I have had it.
 
All I wanted was a kiss,
All I wanted was everything,
All I wanted was to go a little further
Until I heard the sirens singing.
 
She was a tease
In midnight streets,
And it was a sin
That I couldn’ beat — 

Maybe if I hadn’t
Kissed her then,
She won’t be dead
In silks of linen.
 
I am the victim,
Not the culprit.
She was unclear — 
Made me want it

She made me believe there’s love 
In the night of Salem — 
Until I realized
There’s no love in torn denim.
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Kim Elaydo Jan 2016
What a shame
It would be
To see your wrinkling face

What a shame
It would be
To hear your cracking voice

What a shame
It would be
To watch your hands fumble

What a shame
It would be
To encounter your beauty loose

What a shame
It would be
If I don’t take your life for you.

— The End —