d____’s fingers move slowly down my spine
tracing over each vertebrae with malicious intent,
his bluish lips curling into an empty smile.
He smells of hurricanes
and something putrid I can’t describe.
A vicious cycle is tough to break, he whispers,
in a voice that scrapes behind my eyes.
The stars aren’t out tonight, and I am afraid.
Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
d____’s fingers move slowly down my spine
tracing over each vertebrae with malicious intent,
his bluish lips curling into an empty smile.
He smells of hurricanes
and something putrid I can’t describe.
A vicious cycle is tough to break, he whispers,
in a voice that scrapes behind my eyes.
The stars aren’t out tonight, and I am afraid.