Her lips are a frozen Banshee wail,
A fragile histology of ice.
They won't survive a kiss:
The thermocoagulation of desire.
You would taste the foreshadowing;
Something is about to die.
"The others experienced nothing like it, even though they heard the same tales."
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2 comments:
damn, this just stabbed me somewhere.
in the murmur and in the eyes
everyday a little dies.
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