Friday, December 20, 2024

Cooked

Derailed by a glance,
eyelashes and
the hammer's coming down
without a second thought:
death rattles, pt two.

Take it easy now. 

I can stay until the morning,
after that who knows.
Just give me the word
and I'll melt right beside you,
forever at your feet.

Is this what you wanted?

I don't think I
want to know
either way.

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