Writings

she dripped her lies
into my mouth
and stole my breath
away
i cut the chain
that held me there
and pushed her
on her way
she leapt
upon my bed
and carried what
she could
both hands
filled with souls
of conquests
by and large
another notch
upon a heart
to no applause
a curtain falls
the actress takes
her final bow


aug 08
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