dealated

My fingers run up and over the bones of your back where your wings should grow, and I breath heavily into the crook of your neck, as you go to work on the pleasures I demand. I imagine that the soft light hair that covers your flesh, as it catches the sunlight, is a fire that will consume me and burn away all the lies and diseased loves that I allow to cling to me as I open my mouth to breath out words I may or may not mean and breath in the smoke from the charred remains of me.

There are these certain degrees of seperation that I cannot manage to maintain If I discribed him to you all you would see were the traits that I see in you. Every sentence I say in my mind ties back to him you the being that insists to live within the two peices of my heart.

I watch the light caught in the tears clinging to my lashes looking like diamonds fooling you with my supposed innocence. I might catch you in my web wrap my claws round your heart or hold it between my fingers like a seed. Take the strings of your heart ever so gently between my teeth and unravel them with my tongue. Drag you out into the warmth of my pretended adoration only to crush you rip you drop you back into the dark. This isn't justice punishment or revenge. This is me playing the game that so many others have played with me and I am playing to win.