sunbeams and moonspears
smiling like bitter stepsisters,
a kiss on the wind,
the breath of warm grass
on the other side of the hill--

this is where i became a thief.

i fucked this place dry.
i raped it until it bled.
i skinned its heart
and wore it as a jacket.

here it was that i became sin.

05/05/2011

Posted on 05/06/2011
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