She blows kisses like candles killing flames while simultaneously reigniting them melting souls like wax figurines dripping with love for Her flowers blossom on Her fingertips fire dances in Her hair while vines of despair wrap themselves tighter and tighter around a fallen man She contemplates his fate like the taste of wine such sophisticated ironies both love and hate poured with equality into Her wanting glass fragile yet sharp when shattered deadly if applied to the proper artery daisies explode all over her body as She climaxes to the idea of how to best destroy him She will scatter their petals on his tombstone later for now she will continue to satisfy herself with his suffering as the vines wrap themselves around his arms and legs twisting and contorting his body into pretzel shaped agony dark angel with broken wings crown of thorns or the rose petals at Her feet
You left me hanging on the vine ... wanting to read more ... *sigh*
*Got Calamine Lotion?* ...
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥