Author: theCoffeeEnzyme PM
Adding injury to injury. Reviews would be awesome.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 118 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-19-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2292694
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Stare at you with the
Clinicality in my eyes,
Spread out before me in splendid
Damage so graceful, breathtaking,
My face fills with broad
Ivory mirrors. Dying young
Is a martyr's choice.
Eventually, I coaxed your
Cage to acquiesce
And my phalanges fondled your
Black hole, kissed the right ventricle
And loved your despair.
Die young. Your grimace, so grotesque,
Seems to poetic,
Write another love song so you
Won't be missed too much.
Dance, dance with me lover on your
Broken ankle nubs,
Crumble like boulders, avalanche
Down into this white
Padded hot hospital bed. I'll
Stare at you, a deep,
Cold, clinical stare. Scalpel, please.