Our pillowed lips
Mashed together
Movements without thought
Tingle our spines

*Eyes closed.
Deep breathes.
Love bites;
Another inch deeper.

Tongue twisted.
Lost for words .
Our lips moist.
Breathes short.

Bites.
Licks.
Kiss.

She looks in the mirror
with the knife at her throat
she’s so upset right now
she wants to let it all go
she cries out in anger
she’s so disgusted with life
that’s why she’s made her choice
she’s going to **** herself tonight
she sits on the floor
puts the blade to her wrist
she cries out in fear
she has to do this
the emotional turmoil she holds is too much
so she’s releasing it all
with one painful touch
she makes the cut
she starts to bleed
she stares in shock
as the blade falls next to her knees
it feels so good
it doesn’t hurt at all
she feels so lightheaded
all she wants to do is fall
she must have hit a vein
there’s so much blood
she’s starting to feel lifeless
she can’t even talk
she lays there on the floor
just counting the seconds
“5 more minutes” she whispers
as she waits to go to heaven
An hour later she’s dead on the floor
this poor innocent girl
she isn’t suffering anymore
all that’s left is the journals
in which she used to write
they explain her thoughts and feelings
that led up to that night.

I like to walk the bridge*
Between Fantasy.....
And Reality

I find an elation
Wondering which side
Of the Mirror I am on

Reflections and intersections
Of Memories Appear as if
They are Near, and

Not just shadows
Shifting and drifting
To nothing, and out
Of this Darkness

Leaps the Spark of Creation


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