All Or Nothing - Revision
Description: An attractive woman struggles with destiny.
It's four am; you are still staring at the crucifix on the grey wall, and the glaring
darkness hurts your sad, brown eyes. The color purple replaces sparkle who
abandons because all must live and die, and morning becomes even more
arrogant when her arms reveal the hairs masquerading as butterscotch ~ so
warm and erotic, in all their
narcissism.
The salon becomes your most intimate lover because he satisfies...
momentarily.
Another drink doesn't help you need him less, and the tears you taste fail to
comfort; the sea witch devours in a mere swallow. Your own walls are peculiar,
and ghosts become your only friends, while destiny, in her tunnel vision,
becomes so frightening because she knows
that the portrait has already been painted...
a beautiful...
relic.
You prefer alone to lurking in the second chamber because you were always the
best.
Regret is cunning, and oh ~ so snide; stale blood on your spine is obscured by
fresh because some wounds...
never heal.
You ache.
You desire.
Release.
But vanity is too possessive a lover.
Copyright © Tamiviolet Manchas | Year Posted 2007
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