Clinging to "a Spider's Strand"
Sparkle, vapor, shock
Crumpled sacrifices shorn to whispered, beleaguered mourn
Seeing in her blinded heart of daggers dull.
Sparkle, vapor, shock walking in thorns of sweet, faded femininity
I have my name, and her a scum-covered anonymity.
Laughing in mannequin's ear and sopping cold tears of a memory of years
She gazes, she coos, and I, such a filtered fool stained with shame, pain and booze
She left her word of walking back--to forsake another I knew
Liar. Such a crafted-liar. "I will ne'er cease from loving you."
Finality faces of four
Old chair, my solace true. You can tell that a shattered soul isn't true.
Covering her name, eating her shame and timing the finality of my breath.
One, just one, almighty God, felt kiss and her shimmering touch I hate
Seeing dusty floors, bleeding doors, and the lies I lived to create.
One step, two steps, she makes. A ghost she appears to be. Cursed female scent
Never linking, always sinking in her dreams.
One step, two steps. I touch her breath. I live her death.
Her eyelashes fail and her idols melt in Hell.
Helpless hands cannot reach
Staring silently wishing to see. Looking demonic and beauty be.
I cannot lift my head. Granted one prayer of caressing death.
"She," the one moment, one chance, one smile I had in my hand
Now I wait. And wait. With one hand clinging to "a spider's strand."
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