her ruins
stretched ***
could never turn me on
the stench
of
her hex
lasts till after dawn
figers strung out
from fake feelings
dumb
in
doubt
her lust
comes on
her
an
peeling
that she weaved
through
razor
blade
scares
it's
often hard to breathe
splinters like memories
all bare feet on deck
she peked on my
my
window
before she took
my breath
we could tell you another story
but now there is nothing left
but
her ruins
stretched ***
?
...
..
.
pain
...
..
.