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Power courses through each vein,
Venom fills a tyrant's brain,
Her eyes will tell you that you're prey,
Her words will keep you far away.

Danger waits for mortal man,
When all is not done to her plan,
Her claws will tear away your skin,
Her voice will break the heart within.

Hunger fuels that brutal call,
Bloodlust victims one and all,
Her fangs will drain your body dry,
Her growl will haunt you till you die.

Love was not meant for her kind,
No equal for her soul to find,
Her touch too strong for those alive,
Her kiss a poison none survive.

Pain and torture are her friend,
To hell your soul she'll quickly send,
Her blade a silent enemy,
Her smile your final memory.

Karma may demand a fee,
The void may be her destiny,
Her rule will stand for now at least,
Her name will last once time has ceased.
 Jan 2015 Rachel Cloud
OA Agusto
My pillow is soaked in salt each night.
But when the sun is out, I;
throw up my laughter;
cut open my smile;
erase the red in my eyes.

At night, my pillow is soaked with salt.
I charge my happiness with sorrow.
 Jan 2015 Rachel Cloud
OA Agusto
Can I touch your hair?
No.

Neglecting that I have no knowledge of
the sanitation of your hands
Nor am I in the mood for questions
I do not hold the answers to.

My hair speaks of a thousand stories
you will not appreciate.
My hair speaks for millions of women
Darkened by birth or sun.

So no, you can’t touch my hair.
 Jan 2015 Rachel Cloud
OA Agusto
i am a man
who broke my rib.
in half
right after i said
i love her.
i’m sorry i cried when you touched me
i wasn’t used to fingers
feeling like feathers
and hands holding me
like a kind of ripe fruit.

lovers before you
were a bit more heavy handed
hard headed
tossing me around like some old toy
that they were tired of
uninspired and
wringing me like
i somehow had the answers
tucked so far in deep.

i am not used to being handled
gently.
"Did you Love me? Did you ever?

Maybe you did? I'll never say never"




**** 'em with kindness, you killed me with love

Folded me in half, both sides fit you like a glove

You wore me out, you threw me off

I was too grungy, I got too soft

It wasnt your fit anymore, you put me back in the closet

I stayed there, sitting there hung up on you, I totally lost it

But you would pick me back up and thought of me as vintage

You would look at my tag and check out my percentage

Picky with the type after it being worn out, im no longer new

I still stay in the background in the hopes of being back on you

Sometimes I'm fashionable, but it wasnt enough to be worn

By you again, as if I was lost and found and got torn

Like Goodwill owned me now, and other people would lurk

I wasnt hung up to be grabbed by others like it was possible to work

Things got old quick because I graced your steez way too often

I got washed up quick and not thoroughly enough to soften

But I still stay hung up for you to see, wanting to be thrown back on you

I still got it, I know I do, I'll never fad out I'm timeless through and through

My stiches are coming loose and I'm falling apart

This fabricated heart is losing its density as you depart

Dont close the door, it gets too dark in here

I cant stand that the light went out and you suddenly disappear
 Jan 2015 Rachel Cloud
September
"—he took my wallet but i'd much rather he have taken my soul"
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