|sugar spun skin
Author: lackluster PM
it always rains at funerals.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 101 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 5 - Published: 02-22-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2323845
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her heart is a sickly sweet tangle between the hollow rib-cage. the hint of blue on her sunken cheeks (as if the morgue forgot the blush). spilled guts on the dissection table, a lasting memory in words. the wilting roses, petals brushing against her sugar-spun skin, when she'd asked for dandelions. her hair choppy and epilated from her cranium. a thud
and my eyes are falling for another matter. a shiver
and his hand is on my shoulder. i'm gliding
with her to love: Hades.