I fancied your grin, I adored your gentle fingertips on the nape of my neck. Your sweet lips spoke purity, like fallen snow; a saint’s kiss, yet your black cobwebbed mind cleverly hid secrets. In naivete’, I offered my soul, as an unconditional offering for your false affections. Your despairing heart, wrapped in steel chains you created---only uttered a muffled beat. How I dreamed of unraveling your spirit from that cold, stone, windowless prison! I longed to cup your heart in the palm of my hand and mend the holes of hurt with healing Gilead kisses. And in my attempt to break the chains, in this rescue, I entangled myself, immeshed in your tarantulan web. You sucked the crimson flow from my aortic valve. You bled me to a black desert, a dry and desolate dwelling with no stars to guide, no light , no warmth. A cold, dismal abyss of sand and apathy. You siphoned my life blood for your sustenance and abandoned my soul to crinkle into a flesh mound with no skeleton.
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