Riding the White Horse
White roads down a withered path
He shows her how to win smiles
White powdered lines
Stem the painted flowers of her vanity
Hot breath leaving chapped lips
Inhales
Cupping her face
Bloody from excess
He hung around her
A noose draped like pearls
He is caught in the back of her throat and she can’t spit him out
Hands frozen together from
obsession
Flakes beat against a skeletal face
Cartilage dusted in the snow
Convulsions of the heart ending in a soulless shell
“Why?” she asks, dripping into the earth
“You wanted to be a star” he jeered
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