Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I like your pride,
filthy soul.
Flashing black as
blue and green
faces shatter down.
Your face,
closer with every flash,
exhausts my reason.
In front of me,
you reach for my hand
and between the dark and light,
bite off each finger.
Idly, I watch the
tiny droplets fall
around the ripped tendons
and I watch the pools fill
 around my feet.
I watch your face,
with blood
spilling down your chin,
And as I watch
I realize
I am jealous
of your pride.

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