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Moonstruck Asylum

Chipped the factor of maybe days, Wondering sweet tooth cracked in the night And the cap spilled parallel, baring the nerves, Electrical jolts from a tin foil bite. She hurled back her head and laughed aloud, So her neck made a finger snap sound, In massacred leaves and juniper groves Arched her longbow spine on the cold winter ground. Strobing snowflakes abandoned in her hair, Glitter bugs gleamed by a vampire moon, Hewn blue-rose thighs buried life alive, In a freezing of flesh, it was over so soon. A harbour relented, cheaply complacent, Moonstruck asylum, the member shrank small, And tucking her womanhood moistly home, I died for to her it meant nothing at all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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Date: 10/28/2008 8:45:00 AM
Short yet precise. Hitting right into the core of the reader's feelings. Dying for someone you greatly want to appreciate doesn't always work. Superb write.
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