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or How to Find a Girl in a Mirror
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Countess of the Spires PM
Another poem. About feeling convicted about sins. And Oh, yeah, it's NOT about feeling convicted about murder. [holds up hands free of bloodstains]
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 168 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-01-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2342045
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This pain is good

Pump it though my veins, full

These heavy kilopascals that hang about my head

A dripping halo

Tainting my skin with conviction

Tendrils that crawl, dark, to point to my hands

Oh bloody murder

Mirror, mirror in this hall

Who's that creature in the glass

Tumbling, crumbling will she fall?

Hope this spell will come to pass

Breathing again

Don't leave me here, so numb

Inject your whisp'ring ghost throughout my empty framework

Possessing my lungs

Up the bass in my falt'ring pulse

With haunting resonance, consume me whole

I didn't mean to drink their marrow

To be the death of all that's light

Oh bloody murder

Mirror, mirror in this hall

Who's that creature in the glass

Tumbling, crumbling will she fall?

Hope this spell will come to pass

Mirror, mirror in this hall

Who's that creature in the glass

Tumbling, crumbling will she fall?

Hope this spell will come to pass

OH BLOODY MURDER

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