waxing streets a maze of affluence
Those spots of hidden lightlessness blockade a fear
So few can hear, shadowed an paired
The gentle raps slide close behind
A soft rustle the only hint
Breathes quicken as footsteps follow
A burst of slick fear the final taunt
Sudden claws wrap around the soft flesh
The neck bared to chilled midnight air
A shock smothered screams
Cruel fingers tear away shields of appearance
Barren and defaced,
fast harsh strokes rip through the night
****** lips whisper nothing
A rustle is all that tells of a loss
the click of steps recedes into a gathering dawn
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
waxing streets a maze of affluence
Those spots of hidden lightlessness blockade a fear
So few can hear, shadowed an paired
The gentle raps slide close behind
A soft rustle the only hint
Breathes quicken as footsteps follow
A burst of slick fear the final taunt
Sudden claws wrap around the soft flesh
The neck bared to chilled midnight air
A shock smothered screams
Cruel fingers tear away shields of appearance
Barren and defaced,
fast harsh strokes rip through the night
****** lips whisper nothing
A rustle is all that tells of a loss
the click of steps recedes into a gathering dawn
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