A flicker
She smiles
I feel her soft words behind me
now feeding off them
In a grotesque animal
of greed and pride
She smiles again
unconcerened with the death around me
and we kiss her face lit slightly
halfly
beauty blinding me through the dim light
one last flicker
And we kiss

03/20/2009

Posted on 03/20/2009
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