did it leave you lonely and cotton mouthed
feeling my silhouette drown you out?
or was there a crack in your glass
of wine

the snake twining with imperfection
stunned you hoarse
momentarily - then died
leaving you crazy
you looked at me asking "what now?"


feeling the decay seep through
your wound--
two hollow
to dry.
you didn't say good bye.

the canines that ripped
in this case were tipped
so with lust
coagulation is an impossible fantasy
and your body will never know what could have been

furious swivles of blood
drooling over wooden tables
plinking the blop of a sticky drip.

05/20/2005

Author's Note: miss tempesta wrote half of this.

Posted on 05/21/2005
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