My Picture Log.

It began with the gentle touch of charcoal.
The spread of glittering pearls and orbs of mahogany
The confident stride and hands upon hips.

I took her and stabbed her through
the wavering touch of my fingertips
Suddenly morphing the proud teeth
To a multitude of frightened digits.

Her pools of dark chocolate I destroyed in a frenzy
And she sang to me of a place far beyond this world
Where no longer would I have to decide
That this would control my life.





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JenelleMarie123 said...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 9:41 pm
This is REALLY good!!!![:
 
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