Lay me down
Upon a bed of needles
Cradle me in ragged darkness
The softest sound
Of deathwish kisses
The taste of irony upon my tongue
In the light
By my mind’s eye
Sandpaper skin
Like the touch of spider’s bite
The softest stroke of butterfly wings
You poison me
The stench of lust
Dancing with desire…
In the chill
Of numbing silence
Departing like my ghost in robes of tattered, fluid stone
Leaving me still
Blood and sweat and drying tears
Half-forgotten dreams of terror
Running down my back, corroding the senses
Senseless
Shuddering
Shivering
A cold sweat prison, encasement of guilt
And everything I never knew.
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