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Author: Kira of Hecale
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 02-21-04 - Updated: 02-21-04 - id:1532278

kitten.

oh your violin eyes and your cello mouth

won't give you much nowadays, with your long

legs and longer skirts, modesty doesn't hide

your depravity, blood to your waist in a barrette

and opium-flower gaze, widen and the high comes

like your heels, like your velvet wrapped throat,

writhe against his hands that go soft against still

skin, from narrow taciturn ribs to the pale cherry

lips, brushing his fingertips across that mouth that

has tasted the heroin tears, and more has tasted

vengeance, that wiry power in her limbs. gentle grace

but she's not giving any room for apologies today.

so that girl is so many things so she's someone's wife.

someone's mother. she swings silver thicker in,

say in that sick sweet voice: she's no one's

lover now, little boy.

crow.

the best friend bleeds for no one, with

slight small frame and pale golden curls,

eyes honey-sparked and skin paler than her

bones, oh sure she could give you salvation but

like all good girls next door she's really a whore

and there's a price even for her calculated rage.

he's bleeding and decaying in front of her eyes,

her boots on the tabletop, limbs long and silent,

satin choking needle waist and just-barely-enough

breasts, he is sulky and surprised she played unfair

and she has to explain, patient because he's dead

anyway, that that's not the point; the point is that

she still won.

the truth about.

hey blonde and blood, you ever going to

give up? this path to hell and back, stepping down

in the faces of demons, so they can see up your skirts

before they go on to a better circle of punishment for

doing nothing but being nothing, they are everything

whispering together, girls always love other girls better but

it's so hard to find the right one, the boys they wanted seem

a passing dream because that's lust and this is forever, all

because they are together, banded palms, hold hands -

sunkissed&pale, color us any way you want but

there are no explanations, there are no apologies,

when you die like you deserve you're gonna find out

that we're the only ones who will survive.



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