Hand in unlovable hand

“I’m sorry I used you again,”
I whisper
letting the edge of the blade
plant shy kisses
down your neck
then I’ll say
“I’ll be gentle this time”
when we both know
the

hate;
the echo
following me trough the woods
screaming the same words
over and over
maybe I still love you!
maybe I still love you!
maybe I still

love;
the voice that encourages me to hit harder
to cut faster
screaming into the sheets
Again!
(and now, in building ecstasy)
Again
I yield
it

hurts;
because you’re unlovable
statue of glass and ink
paper heart
it’s where I

run;
to get away from you
crawl;
until I fall off the edge
Then you’ll take my hand
guide it to the beginning
and whisper
“try again”

 

Malicia

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About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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15 Responses to Hand in unlovable hand

  1. MickHugh says:

    That was a ride. I love the way it was structured

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  2. Ari says:

    Omph. Beautiful!๐Ÿ’”

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  3. Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
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  5. Phenomenal and immensely gripping. ๐Ÿ™‚

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