tonight we fleeA Poem by Schadenfreude6 - 13 - 12
There is a cracking of his knuckles, and she wonders.
---- do you know the map of my body, the way my scars move with my dancing ----- she asks, and he slithers against her form. ----- there is no place i have not surrendered to our clasped hands our faked remembrance and the mattress of our race to hell ----- His voice is a whisper like coffee through her veins.
© 2012 SchadenfreudeAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on June 15, 2012 Last Updated on June 15, 2012 AuthorSchadenfreudedirty rotten south, LAAbouttaylor renee ♥ a number of age ♥ single & okay I'm a simple country girl. born and raised in the sticky southern state of Louisiana. we've got the skies here; multiplied with a glas.. more..Writing
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