I told her I didn't care,
eyes open wide with innocence,
through the cracks in my retina.
I felt her draw her yellow-parchment
skin over me, like a web
of history and headlines -
years and years of forgotten words
burning themselves into my memory
for the second time, only
I smiled as she took over my
over the muscles along my spine,
tantalizing all my knuckles,
crackling at the tips of my hair.
I dreamed I sank my teeth into her
and snapped the bird-bones at the
hollow of her throat
and blew the sand that was her marrow
into a desert of insignificance.
I stood in the sky
and watched as I turned my face.
I watched my pupils fill up with tar
and I watched
her blood run down
and I didn't
** Written to describe one of the seven deadly sins... wrath