27 August 2012
Shallow breaths form tiny clouds As I breathe out; hang in the air A chill as dusk begins to fall Night's fingers trail like molten hair
I turn towards your glinting eyes As you take my hands and clasp You squeeze, your red nails digging in Skin breaks, blood leaks, I take a gasp
I look at you, bewildered eyes You smile and pinch me tighter still I cry out in stuttered pain But now it seems you've had your fill
Letting go, you smear my blood On my face as angry tears Then you turn and walk away Into the night you disappear
And now I'm standing here alone Stinging hands and waxen face Close my eyes, fall to the ground Returning to the other place.
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Gasp • Opuss № I