| your silent fury |
| you taunt me with the sick sweet slope of you, draped between the bedposts in the hollows of my mind. i blink hard and my tongue sticks to parchment lips, making it's way from end to end (in it's own good time). it's like driving by a car crash tragic and grotesque and strangely mesmerizing when you can't help but wonder when you can't help but stare at the throngs of lights and carnage scattered on the road. it's a little like that being held fast to your bloodbath when your silent fury runs through me. |