Snuff
Your eyes scream
streetlights,
and roads damp from rain.
Wet asphault glimmers
under the dim yellow glow.
A musky scent of mud
makes my head foggy.
And your skin is soft,
but your heart is thick.
Beating, into something unimaginable.
* * *
I tried to write something pretty
for you.
But the words stop dead
in their tracks...
streetlights,
and roads damp from rain.
Wet asphault glimmers
under the dim yellow glow.
A musky scent of mud
makes my head foggy.
And your skin is soft,
but your heart is thick.
Beating, into something unimaginable.
* * *
I tried to write something pretty
for you.
But the words stop dead
in their tracks...
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
2010
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