soft arms and fresh
flesh wrap around the narrow connector of
head to chest
and force the life out –
bronchial tubes scream in agony –
miniskirts
live in boxes underneath
the stairs..
prayers for the girl
in the closet while
love pounds on the door
blood red roses posing
as daggers
as adoration drags their
thorns across
her face
romance and
passion lace the glass
with arsenic
her lips are given the last taste of
love as love takes her
last breath.
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