The shower scene
Delicate fingers gripped the slender neck firmly-
after soft, full lips caressed cold, wet flesh desperately-
whilst deep breaths were taken forcefully;
yet suffocated moans and screams pierced discordantly
heavy silence.
The now despised and trembling cold embrace
lost its hold, thus allowed discoloured hands to bring it over the edge,
clouded head hitting the hard, wet surface - screams amplifying-
drops from his hair falling on contorted, pale face
mingled with the infinity of pure particles and rosy paint.
Time remained in its place after the moans ceased to pollute tranquility
while witnessing the spasming body beneath
and crimson blending, overtaking and spreading into vitality;
cynical gaze never faltered.
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