HairpinA Chapter by YouoweYoupayThe air I chocked on tasted of bitter salt
The air I choked on tasted of sour salt, Black droplets blemished flawless ivory I kneeled, having found nothing of use
A lone finger swabbed across, Quivering as I turned my hand to see The smudge faintly lit By a skeptical new moon,
Tears selfishly made a sound As they crawled along my throat And as they blurred the rich crimson I might need a rag.
A twinge of pain, sometimes, would not whine, Until you've noticed the sliced flesh A swift stab with the slightest hairpin Lingers longer.
© 2012 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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