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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An almost stillness came about as she strode into my door, like breath itself refused to move, fearful of touching her mysterious beauty But her obsidian eyes betrayed her. Sharp and gleaming, with a silver sheen she looked at me, and I knew… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Molten lava spilled forth from her mouth, melting our clocks— eighteen hundred nightmares compressed in two hours. Long hand moving forward, as the short hand moved backward How can memories persist in such an acrid life? She spoke of a beast in the guise of a man, one who ravaged innocence with the flick of a click A coward that collected milk teeth for hardened bones of other horny beasts with no spine That throaty tenderness when she spoke sprinkled crystal seeds of frustration in me She says he loathed him, denied she loved him but her obsidian eyes betrayed her There she was, a bud he plucked from the nuns’ garden He grafted then he pruned her, spreading her pollen, wafting her scent yet folding her petals to himself Caterpillars feeding upon her leaves, she lets them devour her, yet once they are wrapped in their cocoons to sleep, she stabs them with her thorns. Tears then slid down from her midnight lace eyes and it was all I could do to catch them She said she was weary of curtailing butterflies, of tearing their wings before they can even fly I had to ask, how many… how many winged gems? She lifted her sleeves, and showed me her scars One ugly mark for each innocent child plunged deep, my heart getting slashed at least three hundred a beat. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- A certain stillness came about as I strode into her door, like fear itself refused to move, letting breath touch her mysterious beauty for the last time.... Her obsidian eyes had betrayed her. Sharp and gleaming, with a silver sheen I looked at the knife beside her. Maroon-mapped sheets, a stunted womb. Strains of Bon Iver’s “Flume” flit past the sighing air like a butterfly, and I knew… 08112014
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