Her face is framed

With wisps of hair.


The portrait of desperation.


Coral, her lips are parted,

The shape of a scream,

But no sound comes out.

Only dry and cracking.


(subtly moist)


She against you,

Hot and clawing.

Soft and trembling.

Eyes so bright,

You think you've been blinded.


(is that why things are falling apart?)


Too close, you think.

Come closer.

She beckons, so demurely.

She's got you caught.

(The sad thing is,

You don't want to get out.)


I feel like I've forgotten what it is to write, almost. :/