Open Poetry #44 |
Succubus |
PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Through an unclosed eye, I watch what you thought I’d never see. The tears blur my sight. But I don’t have the strength to blink. Still you scratch at my back. Pretending I’d never seen it. The cyanide from your lipstick, Burning kisses into my neck. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Ouch, nothing worse than an embrace unwanted. Well done. |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
indeed they are, hopefully youll never have to experience one. |
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