
I'm not sure if "broken" is the word I would use anymore.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 122 - Published: 03-14-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2785440
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"Just past midnight, smoke curling around my fingertips
Catching sidelong looks
At
The cracked reflection staring back,
A heap of black upon this cherry wood floor
Drifting
Through the bloody fragments that remain
Cascading like crystals
Echoing
The rain on my windowsill and the clank, clank of my tears
Begging
To hear your nails scratching against the glass
Itching for my skin,
To take this broken body in all it's glory
&&
Shatter it completely,
Make my eyes smolder like a half-burnt cigarette
Boil this sin beneath my veins
With a mere touch of silver,
Until I can unfurl from this plane, this shadow world
And walk freely again.
[[it's just smoke and mirrors anyway.]]"
12:54pm---3/10/2010
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