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Nov 2010
nails in your back
skin twisting together
your hand so tight in mine
that i can't tell the difference
what's yours?
what's mine?
so close, so close
not even our ghosts
could slip between us
stardust pouring out my throat
raw and scratchy, the sound of hope
a sound for you
just for you
your hair standing at attention
like fireworks
like electricity
running all through
those veins
my veins,
****** lanes
my heart has been maimed
i am dirt, once a flower
caught in drought
and now nothing more
than ravished and sore
my blood, you are in my blood
no, your eyes are just grave sites
your heart some haunting tune
your hands move like spiders
they hold mine like handcuffs
your breath a cold wind
of a love i once knew
i did know it,
didn't i?
last night...we just ******
****** and nothing more
i'll show you mine
you show me yours
this is gone
so what am i looking for?
this is a con
and nothing more
© Jenna A. 11/28/2010
Written by
Alice
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