rewind
by :: angelus . noir ( 8/15/05)

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i: pause -
lilac comforters offer no solace - hair laced with ribbons of
rubber silk spray along the pillow languid while the face casts
a frown ( rejects him ). this is not his girl ( she may frown no more ).

ii: set -
click, click, click -
the sound might just drive him mad, ( click, click, click )
he snarls at the smell. she tastes like ash ( this is not her ),
he disregards her like a broken doll ( fleeing from the sirens call ).

iii: rewind -
sticky candied kisses run down his face placed along by grinning
lips. the youth glares at the sun and whispers praises in his ear as
the butterflies dance around them ( sprawled along the grass )
honeyed daggers grin above, and love is but a translucent call
( he can never be replaced ). it never will be him.

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beta reader: naomi