Warm from
the tinge of her skin
Colored
with cracks of my scar
Tickles
me cool
You can't
hear the hurt
When it
caws she slits
ghost
tears
masked in sleepless desperation
Stale
steady whisper
every
scream ever so
Still
In the night of swallowed suffocation
The death
inside her head
Is not
dread
The fear
you find is naught
her
haunting
hands
Heavy
grasp lay suspended
Vivid but
numb
Kissed
blades cry her away
Wonder
why I
betray
the living to live
In
shattered feathers
Abandoned
by faith
I trust
her no
more. Trust
her
silence
She is
vapor I am smoke
Breathing
burns, bleeding
hollow
ashes
Unstable
you say?
It's all
in her head
Today she
dies a little
Do you
see tomorrow in my eyes?
Hold me a
little longer
I might
pretend I'm a little stronger
than her
disguise
Inhale. Hell.
help her.
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