Friday, June 20, 2014

Poem: How to Baby a Serial Killer

Bruised lines under brown
Face heated
Eyes drown
When I see you
I want to free you
and snap off
your shaking sound
You're a fragile one
The hunter of my screams
Though, the man of my dreams
and I want to hold you now
Although you might kill me here
and take me from this soul
I'm afraid that only you get me
My killer, you make me whole

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