My Angel
chains of velvet
you bring to me
I awake
beholding the strange and perverse
and the familiar foulness
of your words
as you sting and bite all the way down my throat
until I forget the words
and seek them yet again
and seek them once more
until it kills me again,
before I can feel it
struck into stillness,
before my time,
before I'm old and ill,
all of my sweet words are lost,
and yours...
...bitter.
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