Bare
As the hate spreads across the counter,
The fire burns shards of broken glass,
Blood winter freezes the smashed flask.
White smoke went off as a hazard.
A terrifying warning walked in.
He strips away each layer of me;
I wanted honest reciprocity.
Beneath neon lights of a midnight city,
Razorblades slash the body's beauty.
As if she flirts with a nightly car crash,
Dirt clings deeply to exposed bleeding flesh,
Unravelling slowly inside her mesh.
Lit lanterns dance against these stark skies.
2006-09-21
19:55:09
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