How It Feels
Little girl, fallen angel,
Lie down here,
Open your eyes,
Your legs,
Drape them around me.
Think of England,
Think of how much it hurts.
Bite your lip,
Swallow
The Blood.
Does this feel better?
Do you like this?
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2008
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