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ella desea matarme

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
it hit me again today,
my thoughts slithered back
to that forgotten morning.
I tried to fight it, like I
always do.

But there you were,
standing with that infinite
power. Your look away
brought me hard to the ground
every muscle in my legs
was wet red raw meat.

I coiled into position,
half curled around your
feet, half curved around
the door. I thought maybe
if you stepped on my throat
it would all be over, and I
could go

but you held me there,
on that forgotten morning.
torturing me with what I
could never dream, or hope,
or even die trying,
to possess.

and you kept me,
some pet of fancy
some moments whim
some evil twist

I would give my eyes
make my limbs lame
I would burn my body
make it a disgrace,
to never, ever,
have seen her fucking perfect face.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    ella is spanish for 'she' heh/
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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